05-23-2014, 09:06 AM
He just lay there, curled up, weeping softly, the only sound coming from his throat a voiceless cry, his breath ragged and hot. His mind felt swallowed up in a storm of swirling emotion that whipped his entire self into an spiritual whirlpool. And he was drowning.
He felt movement on the bed, the warmth of Ayden's arm around his waist, the press of her against his back and legs, the feel of her soft cheek against his neck, could hear her tender whisper, "I'm sorry."
She pulled him tighter and it warmed him. Suddenly, everything he was feeling gushed to the surface and he turned around in her embrace and pulled her to him, head on her breast, eyes shut, and just quietly wept. His breath came ragged and he squeezed her tight, so tight, so very very tight, just held on to her. She was his shelter, at this moment, his refuge. He clung to her, hungrily drawing strength from her as she held him tightly.
Gradually, the storm slackened; the winds lessened; the turmoil quieted. He wasn't sure how long he had held on to her, his sweet anchor, his shelter, in that terrible storm. He only knew that she had been there for him at his worst. The room was still and quiet, the only sound that of their breathing and the feel of his and her heartbeat. He lifted his head up so it was level with hers and looked into her eyes, stared at her, gaze soaking her in. He wasn't embarrassed. He didn't apologize this time. He could be open with her. At that moment, his feeling for her was a torrent of emotion, his soul twining around hers. He could almost feel her hold on his heart.
Edited by Connor Kent, May 23 2014, 01:56 PM.
He felt movement on the bed, the warmth of Ayden's arm around his waist, the press of her against his back and legs, the feel of her soft cheek against his neck, could hear her tender whisper, "I'm sorry."
She pulled him tighter and it warmed him. Suddenly, everything he was feeling gushed to the surface and he turned around in her embrace and pulled her to him, head on her breast, eyes shut, and just quietly wept. His breath came ragged and he squeezed her tight, so tight, so very very tight, just held on to her. She was his shelter, at this moment, his refuge. He clung to her, hungrily drawing strength from her as she held him tightly.
Gradually, the storm slackened; the winds lessened; the turmoil quieted. He wasn't sure how long he had held on to her, his sweet anchor, his shelter, in that terrible storm. He only knew that she had been there for him at his worst. The room was still and quiet, the only sound that of their breathing and the feel of his and her heartbeat. He lifted his head up so it was level with hers and looked into her eyes, stared at her, gaze soaking her in. He wasn't embarrassed. He didn't apologize this time. He could be open with her. At that moment, his feeling for her was a torrent of emotion, his soul twining around hers. He could almost feel her hold on his heart.
Edited by Connor Kent, May 23 2014, 01:56 PM.