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thecoolone) wrote2005-05-02 07:48 pm
thecoolone) wrote2005-05-02 07:48 pm
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He wakes up to an almost-forgotten longing, right in the pit of his stomach, at the sight of the head of silver-blonde hair falling in rivulets against his shoulder. There's a brief moment of Oh, fuck, what have I done? but he lets it go; the bed is warm and Fleur looks so peaceful, so contented.
Bill knows he loves her.
He also knows he doesn't.
He also knows he does; he leans over and kisses the top of her head so softly it's almost like butterfly wings caressing her.
Fleur, Fleur. You and I make so little sense.
Compare, contrast: at one point his skin was golden-brown from spending so much time in Egypt, but now it's pale and freckled, in contrast to the smooth unblemished peach-white of hers. In a way that's so symbolic: she's perfection and he's never been. She's smooth where he's rough; she's graceful where he's clumsy; she dances where he walks. He's older, but in some ways he feels so inadequate next to her.
But he loves her.
And he doesn't.
And he does.
Bill knows he loves her.
He also knows he doesn't.
He also knows he does; he leans over and kisses the top of her head so softly it's almost like butterfly wings caressing her.
Fleur, Fleur. You and I make so little sense.
Compare, contrast: at one point his skin was golden-brown from spending so much time in Egypt, but now it's pale and freckled, in contrast to the smooth unblemished peach-white of hers. In a way that's so symbolic: she's perfection and he's never been. She's smooth where he's rough; she's graceful where he's clumsy; she dances where he walks. He's older, but in some ways he feels so inadequate next to her.
But he loves her.
And he doesn't.
And he does.
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Slow. Thiz will be slow. If you ask me to marry you next week, I will hide under your bed and tease you with a naked ankle for the rest of our livez.
*She shapes his mouth around the word and makes them both repeat it.*
Slow. Oui, oui, very good.
*And she giggles at the both of them as she kisses him again, twining her arms and legs about him.*