Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 4, 2007 1:13:05 GMT -5
((The fluff will continue until the Cassie forgives me for killing her off. *sulks*))
Cassandra likes the rain. She likes to stand behind a window with a cup of tea in her hands and just watch as the storm rages outside, washing away the dust of the city. It makes her feel quiet and safe, just like when she has his arms around her, his scent filling the air, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
Cass likes to sit on the carpet by the fireplace and eat pizza while watching random horror flicks on tv, or bake peanut butter cookies while dancing to the beat of that Buckcherry song she adores.
She leans onto the sill with her elbows and enjoys the fresh breeze brushing her face and hair gently, carrying along a few raindrops. The lividness of the sky is nearly scary, but there’s something in that dark gray mantle of clouds that fascinates her. The lightning strikes are mirrored in her eyes, which shine with no small amount of determination that has characterized her for her whole life. Cass’ dazed in front of this spectacular show, she’s always loved the powers of nature, and one of her greatest wishes is to see a snowstorm. He laughed when she told him, but he promised he’d make that wish come true.
It’s deep night and Cassie should really go to bed, but she’s nailed to this window and she can’t bring herself to move from the spot. Besides, it’s rare for her to just have time to think, and right now she can’t see why she should sleep when she can do this.
A sudden warm touch on her back startles her but she smiles when she turns around, knowing what she’d find the moment she felt it.
“Midnight has chimed, Princess.” He whispers as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close.
She stares into his eyes for awhile, her hands resting on his bare chest, just grinning. He looks a little sleepy, but he never sleeps well when the bed is empty and cold. He always comes to find her when he wakes up and she isn’t with him. It’s a need she understands, because she’s felt it uncountable times, and sometimes it seems like it’ll drive her crazy just knowing that there will be long hours dividing the two of them.
She can’t remember when she first realized how deep she got in, perhaps because it happened so gradually that she almost missed the crossing step between acquaintances and annoyances, and she definitely missed the one between annoyances and lovers.
In the end, she feels exactly like she did in the very beginning, and she’s aware of that, after all, neither of the two things has ever excluded the other. In the very moment they stopped being strangers, some kind of peculiar change occurred, and the relationship between them became impossible to classify. They were never really friends, and maybe they still aren’t, but they’ve always been lovers, somehow.
Words are trivial at moments like this, and she doesn’t really feel like talking. Cass presses a kiss to his chest and the taste and texture of his skin makes her want to bite him.
She can feel his hands leaving her waist to come up and cup her face, leading her to look up. It’s weird how two years ago the two of them were barely tolerating each other and now they’re here, kissing each other as if it’s all they’ve been doing for all their lives.
His skin shivers under her touch, eliciting a crooked grin from Cass. Her fingers run up to his shoulders, grasping at him to pull him down to her to press her lips against his. By the passion he’s putting into the act, she can tell he’s glad she wasn’t asleep.
The kiss becomes deeper, more intense, and suddenly she finds herself stuck between his body and the edge of the couch and it’s only when she’s about to fall backwards that she pulls away, gasping against his neck.
“Pushy, pushy.” She whispers, trailing a finger along his unshaven jaw line. He smirks, lowering his mouth to her neck and starts brushing his lips along her collarbone in a breath stealing trail of tiny bites.
“Am I keeping you away from your storm watching?” He asks, abandoning her neck. She lets out a disapproving groan, nuzzling her face against his throat, eyes closed.
He hugs her in response and lays a hand on her head, caressing her hair, fingers tangled through it.
“Mmh…” She nods. “But I like this better.”
“I hate waking up without you.” He says, staring into her eyes. She loves what she sees in his look, the adoring expression he has only for her. He always makes her feel like she’s everything he lives for, like he can’t breathe when she’s away.
She had always wondered how someone could know for sure that they are really loved, but she had to wait for Xander to show her to understand.
“I wouldn’t have stayed up too much longer.” She replies.
He sits on the armrest of the couch, right in front of the open window, and pulls her onto his lap. She props her head back against him, his chin on her shoulder, and basks in the moment.
The rain outside is still pouring, blurring the landscape into an indiscernible mix of light and darkness.
“It’s a month, tomorrow.” He muses, collecting her hair to one side, leaving part of her neck completely bare. The sudden lack of warmth sends a faint shiver along her spine, but he immediately replaces it with his own hand, and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
A month. It’s been a whole month since they’d been married, and she has the faint impression that she’s losing her sense of time. Sometimes it feels like yesterday she was hyperventilating in dress shop fitting rooms, other times it’s hard to believe it wasn’t years ago. Nothing’s rational when she’s with him.
“You don’t think we rushed things, do you?” She inquires, trying to sound casual. She’s happy with him, she doesn’t have doubts about the two of them as a married couple, but she just wonders if maybe he’s missing some of his freedom like she sometimes misses hers.
He pauses, sighing against her hair, her heart seems to stop for a moment, and she doesn’t like this hesitation.
“Nothing about us has ever been easy, simple to handle.” He answers, and gently makes her turn to face him. “But we took our time and I don’t think we underestimated this. Do you?”
Cass smiles and strokes his cheek with her thumb, weakly shaking her head.
“No. I was starting to think you’d never pop the question.” She reaches for his hand and takes it in hers.
“I was afraid you’d say no,” A smirk forms over his lips. “And we always seemed to be on the verge of messing it all up, but nothing’s stronger than us.”
Cass grins at him while she surrounds her neck with her arms and skims her face against his. His light stubble tickles her and her thoughts race back to a few hours ago, when there was nothing but the two of them and their mutual desire.
“Let’s stay here forever.” She mumbles, unable to help a yawn.
He chuckles, standing up with her in his arms.
“Actually, Miss Forever, I think you’re a little tired at the moment.”
“Am not.” She tries to protest, but her voice fades into another yawn.
“Let’s go to bed, princess.” He says sweetly, carrying her to the bedroom.
The window in the living room is still open, but the sound of the rain is soothing, and it’s one of those moments she wishes would last forever.
He lays her down on the mattress and lies down next to her, holding onto her tight. If heaven exists, she’s sure it could never feel as good as this.
Cass nestles herself closer to him and glances up at him through the darkness.
“Xander?”
He opens his eyes and returns the look with a loving expression.
“What?”
She smiles and seeks for his lips one last time.
“Night, babe.”
He smiles as well, kissing her back.
“Night, Cass.”
“Xand?”
A patient sigh comes in response.
“Yeah?”
“I think I love you.”
“You think you love me?”
She can’t see him because her eyes are closed but she knows he’s grinning.
A quiet laugh escapes her lips as she stretches contently in his arms.
“I do love you.”
He places a kiss on her forehead, running his hand up and down her arm, warming her up under the still cold blankets.
“I love you, too.” He says.
The silence lasts for a few seconds, long enough for his breath to even out.
“Xander?”
He groans, half consciously, and his hand slips up to lock her mouth closed.
“Goodnight, honey.” He growls, and she just smiles one more time, giving into the reassuring sound of his heartbeat.
They’ll have all the time they need to tell each other whatever they want, and right now, it’s fine to just be there, and sleep with the thought that when she opens her eyes again tomorrow, he’ll be there waiting for her.
Cassandra likes the rain. She likes to stand behind a window with a cup of tea in her hands and just watch as the storm rages outside, washing away the dust of the city. It makes her feel quiet and safe, just like when she has his arms around her, his scent filling the air, lulling her into a peaceful sleep.
Cass likes to sit on the carpet by the fireplace and eat pizza while watching random horror flicks on tv, or bake peanut butter cookies while dancing to the beat of that Buckcherry song she adores.
She leans onto the sill with her elbows and enjoys the fresh breeze brushing her face and hair gently, carrying along a few raindrops. The lividness of the sky is nearly scary, but there’s something in that dark gray mantle of clouds that fascinates her. The lightning strikes are mirrored in her eyes, which shine with no small amount of determination that has characterized her for her whole life. Cass’ dazed in front of this spectacular show, she’s always loved the powers of nature, and one of her greatest wishes is to see a snowstorm. He laughed when she told him, but he promised he’d make that wish come true.
It’s deep night and Cassie should really go to bed, but she’s nailed to this window and she can’t bring herself to move from the spot. Besides, it’s rare for her to just have time to think, and right now she can’t see why she should sleep when she can do this.
A sudden warm touch on her back startles her but she smiles when she turns around, knowing what she’d find the moment she felt it.
“Midnight has chimed, Princess.” He whispers as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close.
She stares into his eyes for awhile, her hands resting on his bare chest, just grinning. He looks a little sleepy, but he never sleeps well when the bed is empty and cold. He always comes to find her when he wakes up and she isn’t with him. It’s a need she understands, because she’s felt it uncountable times, and sometimes it seems like it’ll drive her crazy just knowing that there will be long hours dividing the two of them.
She can’t remember when she first realized how deep she got in, perhaps because it happened so gradually that she almost missed the crossing step between acquaintances and annoyances, and she definitely missed the one between annoyances and lovers.
In the end, she feels exactly like she did in the very beginning, and she’s aware of that, after all, neither of the two things has ever excluded the other. In the very moment they stopped being strangers, some kind of peculiar change occurred, and the relationship between them became impossible to classify. They were never really friends, and maybe they still aren’t, but they’ve always been lovers, somehow.
Words are trivial at moments like this, and she doesn’t really feel like talking. Cass presses a kiss to his chest and the taste and texture of his skin makes her want to bite him.
She can feel his hands leaving her waist to come up and cup her face, leading her to look up. It’s weird how two years ago the two of them were barely tolerating each other and now they’re here, kissing each other as if it’s all they’ve been doing for all their lives.
His skin shivers under her touch, eliciting a crooked grin from Cass. Her fingers run up to his shoulders, grasping at him to pull him down to her to press her lips against his. By the passion he’s putting into the act, she can tell he’s glad she wasn’t asleep.
The kiss becomes deeper, more intense, and suddenly she finds herself stuck between his body and the edge of the couch and it’s only when she’s about to fall backwards that she pulls away, gasping against his neck.
“Pushy, pushy.” She whispers, trailing a finger along his unshaven jaw line. He smirks, lowering his mouth to her neck and starts brushing his lips along her collarbone in a breath stealing trail of tiny bites.
“Am I keeping you away from your storm watching?” He asks, abandoning her neck. She lets out a disapproving groan, nuzzling her face against his throat, eyes closed.
He hugs her in response and lays a hand on her head, caressing her hair, fingers tangled through it.
“Mmh…” She nods. “But I like this better.”
“I hate waking up without you.” He says, staring into her eyes. She loves what she sees in his look, the adoring expression he has only for her. He always makes her feel like she’s everything he lives for, like he can’t breathe when she’s away.
She had always wondered how someone could know for sure that they are really loved, but she had to wait for Xander to show her to understand.
“I wouldn’t have stayed up too much longer.” She replies.
He sits on the armrest of the couch, right in front of the open window, and pulls her onto his lap. She props her head back against him, his chin on her shoulder, and basks in the moment.
The rain outside is still pouring, blurring the landscape into an indiscernible mix of light and darkness.
“It’s a month, tomorrow.” He muses, collecting her hair to one side, leaving part of her neck completely bare. The sudden lack of warmth sends a faint shiver along her spine, but he immediately replaces it with his own hand, and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
A month. It’s been a whole month since they’d been married, and she has the faint impression that she’s losing her sense of time. Sometimes it feels like yesterday she was hyperventilating in dress shop fitting rooms, other times it’s hard to believe it wasn’t years ago. Nothing’s rational when she’s with him.
“You don’t think we rushed things, do you?” She inquires, trying to sound casual. She’s happy with him, she doesn’t have doubts about the two of them as a married couple, but she just wonders if maybe he’s missing some of his freedom like she sometimes misses hers.
He pauses, sighing against her hair, her heart seems to stop for a moment, and she doesn’t like this hesitation.
“Nothing about us has ever been easy, simple to handle.” He answers, and gently makes her turn to face him. “But we took our time and I don’t think we underestimated this. Do you?”
Cass smiles and strokes his cheek with her thumb, weakly shaking her head.
“No. I was starting to think you’d never pop the question.” She reaches for his hand and takes it in hers.
“I was afraid you’d say no,” A smirk forms over his lips. “And we always seemed to be on the verge of messing it all up, but nothing’s stronger than us.”
Cass grins at him while she surrounds her neck with her arms and skims her face against his. His light stubble tickles her and her thoughts race back to a few hours ago, when there was nothing but the two of them and their mutual desire.
“Let’s stay here forever.” She mumbles, unable to help a yawn.
He chuckles, standing up with her in his arms.
“Actually, Miss Forever, I think you’re a little tired at the moment.”
“Am not.” She tries to protest, but her voice fades into another yawn.
“Let’s go to bed, princess.” He says sweetly, carrying her to the bedroom.
The window in the living room is still open, but the sound of the rain is soothing, and it’s one of those moments she wishes would last forever.
He lays her down on the mattress and lies down next to her, holding onto her tight. If heaven exists, she’s sure it could never feel as good as this.
Cass nestles herself closer to him and glances up at him through the darkness.
“Xander?”
He opens his eyes and returns the look with a loving expression.
“What?”
She smiles and seeks for his lips one last time.
“Night, babe.”
He smiles as well, kissing her back.
“Night, Cass.”
“Xand?”
A patient sigh comes in response.
“Yeah?”
“I think I love you.”
“You think you love me?”
She can’t see him because her eyes are closed but she knows he’s grinning.
A quiet laugh escapes her lips as she stretches contently in his arms.
“I do love you.”
He places a kiss on her forehead, running his hand up and down her arm, warming her up under the still cold blankets.
“I love you, too.” He says.
The silence lasts for a few seconds, long enough for his breath to even out.
“Xander?”
He groans, half consciously, and his hand slips up to lock her mouth closed.
“Goodnight, honey.” He growls, and she just smiles one more time, giving into the reassuring sound of his heartbeat.
They’ll have all the time they need to tell each other whatever they want, and right now, it’s fine to just be there, and sleep with the thought that when she opens her eyes again tomorrow, he’ll be there waiting for her.
Goodnight, sleep tight
No more tears
In the morning I'll be here
And when we say goodnight,
Dry your eyes
Because we said goodnight,
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And not goodbye
No more tears
In the morning I'll be here
And when we say goodnight,
Dry your eyes
Because we said goodnight,
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And not goodbye
