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Coming In; PG - Complete
Topic Started: Tuesday Feb 14 2006, 12:42 AM (1,051 Views)
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" Sami, baby, it's getting cold," came his voice soft, but with that familiar edge of concern. "Why don't you come in? It's supposed to rain later."

Without turning, I merely shrugged and huddled up in my thin sweater. Affecting casual disregard, I replied, "It's always supposed to rain lately. Stormiest spring I've seen in a long time."

I could hear the scrape of shoes on metal as he jumped down to join me on the fire escape. Wordlessly, the warmth of what I knew to be his jean jacket came around my shoulders. The spicy scent of his cologne lingered in the air around me as I silently drew the jacket closer. His hands remained lightly rested on my shoulders, his fingers moving in restless patterns over the denim fabric. I could feel his dark worried eyes burning into me, quietly asking me to open myself to him. He knew and I knew what was in my heart, on my mind. He knew my every in and out, my every hope and fear. Damn it.

I sighed, shrugging off his hands. Normally, he would've fought to tighten his grip, but, this time, he dropped his hands in defeat as I moved to the other end of the railing. I swallowed as I watched him, knowing he was probably growing tired of the elusiveness I'd been indulging in the past couple of days. Leaning against the opposite end, he clasped his hands and finally let his gaze leave me to look out over the gloomy night. My own gaze focused on the half-obscured moon, almost ghostly in appearance, gray clouds wrapped around its waist like a shroud. I shivered at the thought of death. There'd been far too much of it for what seemed like forever, and, now, it was very likely my mom was going to be taken from me by it. No, that wasn't right. She'd already been taken from me; the woman I knew as "Mom" was not the woman who'd sat there in that hospital bed calmly confessing to killing so many people. My father. His aunt. My grandma. His grandma. And so many others....No, the woman I'd looked up to, the woman I never felt like I could measure up to was already dead, leaving behind this empty-eyed shell I couldn't even begin to fathom.

I ventured a glance to my silent companion. His lips were compressed, his hands dangling uselessly over the railing, his eyes trained ahead. So much had happened between us in the last few days. So much said with so few words in that bedroom of mine. Of course, we'd said what felt like the right things. I knew deep down we'd both meant them. But, I still didn't know what to call us. It was almost too scary to contemplate. I didn't want to push him away, but I didn't want to push too far ahead, either. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, his whispers and groans and encouragements of love. There were moments I felt like I was standing in the doorway of something so beautiful it makes your heart ache from the joy of it. Then, there were moments I'd wonder if that first step would send me falling through the trap that almost always seemed to await me. As I continued to watch him, I pondered which it'd be. Damn battle scars. They always seemed to show their ugly little red selves just when I was ready to be happy, leaving me confused and wondering all over again. and so very cold without his arms around me.

Suddenly, as if sensing the ramble of my thoughts, the pensiveness of my stare, he whispered without turning his head, "Sami, baby, it's getting cold. Why don't you come in?" Without another word, he turned and climbed back through the window.

I bit my lip as I watched him go. He knew my every in and out, my every hope and fear. Damn it. Tears pricking my eyes, I called out, "Just a minute, Lucas. I'm coming in."

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