Ich Dien
Posted 02-02-2010 at 09:09 PM by stu.kay823
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]I have you gently by the hands, your eyes angled upward into mine, watching me intently. No, more so than usual. We aren’t alone here. There’s a crowd; the air rank with expectation. I could not go as far as to call the mood in the – room – tense, owing to the lack of suspense, but it’s the same odd feeling I felt when I graduated: glory in the wake of triumph, albeit delayed. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]The unfamiliar female voice fades and I realise that suddenly it’s my turn to speak. For a nanosecond, my mind goes completely blank. Scrambling for the words, I think to myself how completely gorgeous you look. The Bard’s seventeenth sonnet comes to mind. The rising roar of white noise becomes deafening. A voice cuts through. Mine. No, it isn’t. The Jack Hawkins timbre is gone. The jangle of syllables swimming over my tongue is incoherent. I feel incredibly vulnerable. I’ve never really been the limelight-craving type and yet this audience is captivated, hanging off my every word.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Floundering, I glance at you. Your expression remains serene. [I]Shit! How can you do that!?[/I] With a second glance it changes ever so subtly. Your eyes; they are full with encouragement, with just the most delicate lace of impatience, as though you’re aware of what I have to say, willing me to get through it. Squeezing my hands ever so tenderly, it’s just the impetus I need. Your lips smeared a vague candy pink today, crease coyly as the final word leaves my lips. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]The silence, some would deem it respectful, lingered a moment too long for my liking. I thought I’d erred, and that awful moment of sheer overwhelming terror where I analyse every possible mistake wondering where the hell I went wrong just rushed over me. My breath quickens. I glare wildly at the unfamiliar female face. Her podgy face beams. My eyes close momentarily with relief. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Regaining my composure, the backs of the fingers of your right hand graze against my cheek as my hands curl at your waist. The second movement of Murray Gold’s [I]This is Gallifrey … [/I]soarsin my mind. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[COLOR=#000000][SIZE=2]The hours of mingling pass quickly amid much revelry. I’ve barely begun to truly relax before you come and inform me that it’s time to leave. [I]Wait, we’re leaving, [B]our party, NOW?[/B] I don’t remember the last time I was first to leave a party![/I][/SIZE][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#000000][SIZE=2]“Oh, your night’s not done yet.” Pulling me towards the door, I don’t know if it was the champagne kicking in, messing with my sobriety or what, but you weren’t making sense. You smirk. “Special party: only one other guest.” [I]Ah![/I][/SIZE][/COLOR]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]But I’m sober enough not to skip a beat. “You, me and who else?”[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]So as we file down the crowd, I glance at you, a sudden exhaustion shrouds me. You’re right beside me, fingers knitted to mine, and already it feels like days since we last had a moment alone together. Finally, we come to my ‘nephew’. The poor little tuxedoed tyke is adorable at the best of times, but you cannot help but “Aww!” as he’s out cold on mamma’s shoulder. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“No. Don’t wake him.” [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]But he’s already stirring. Bleary-eyed and drowsy, he whispers (almost under duress): “Goo’night Unky Stu” before he’s out again. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Kissing his temple, I bid him goodnight and thank him for all of his help today. Only one thing left to do now: take you by the hand and get the hell outta here. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]The door to the hotel suite snibs closed gently. Casting an eye over the room, you approve. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“You boys chose well.” [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]It might have only been a day or two, and hectic days at that, but we’re alone at last. Your nose crinkles slightly with your smile. You brush beside me as my hands round your hips. I wish I could find the words to describe the expression in your eyes. It’s odd, but enthralling: pleasure diluted just ever so slightly by disbelief.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]I make to speak, but the press of your forefinger discourages it. You pull me slowly by the hands, all the while gently moving backward. [I]What are you up to? [/I]Perching on the back of the couch, my fingers trickle down outside of your thighs. Your request to desist is lightened by laughter. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“Just let me do this … I’m your …” You pull the Windsor knot from my neck and unbutton my collar with one hand, while pushing the jacket on my shoulders with the other, distracting me the whole time with slight kisses at my jaw. Lithe arms coil about my neck in a maladroit embrace. You stop.A mischievous smile rises in your face. The realisation is dawning on you now. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“Do you realise what we’ve just gone and done?”[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Your hand rises slightly to conceal the guilty laughter daring to escape. I nodded slightly. The barely audible expletive swirled over your tongue and clattered to the floor. I’m thinking of how nice it would be to have a little Coltrane right now. Somewhat ironically, I’m hearing [I]You Don’t Know What Love Is [/I]in my head. I’m sure I will find it somewhere. Setting you down lightly, I disappear from your gaze momentarily, moving lightly across the plush carpet. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]I return, striding purposefully to you, with my blue tie unceremoniously stuffed into my trouser pocket and only socks on my feet. My Coltrane track of choice has already begun. I stoop, peeling the heels from your ankles. Regaining my feet, I offer you a hand which you gleefully accept with a toothy smile.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]You reel me in once more. You could a thousand times a day; I’d still never tire of it. My hands, yet again, curl at your hips, though this time I keep you at arm’s length for just a moment. I wish you knew how radiant you looked. No. I mean it. You’re just [I]shimmering [/I]as you sway gently between my hands. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]We stood there in the silence I don’t know how long, until my sleeve rustled beneath your touch and I felt your eyes on me. Wanting. You blink slowly. Your tongue flicks over your lips deliberately. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“Can we just stay here a while?” [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]The unfamiliar female voice fades and I realise that suddenly it’s my turn to speak. For a nanosecond, my mind goes completely blank. Scrambling for the words, I think to myself how completely gorgeous you look. The Bard’s seventeenth sonnet comes to mind. The rising roar of white noise becomes deafening. A voice cuts through. Mine. No, it isn’t. The Jack Hawkins timbre is gone. The jangle of syllables swimming over my tongue is incoherent. I feel incredibly vulnerable. I’ve never really been the limelight-craving type and yet this audience is captivated, hanging off my every word.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Floundering, I glance at you. Your expression remains serene. [I]Shit! How can you do that!?[/I] With a second glance it changes ever so subtly. Your eyes; they are full with encouragement, with just the most delicate lace of impatience, as though you’re aware of what I have to say, willing me to get through it. Squeezing my hands ever so tenderly, it’s just the impetus I need. Your lips smeared a vague candy pink today, crease coyly as the final word leaves my lips. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]The silence, some would deem it respectful, lingered a moment too long for my liking. I thought I’d erred, and that awful moment of sheer overwhelming terror where I analyse every possible mistake wondering where the hell I went wrong just rushed over me. My breath quickens. I glare wildly at the unfamiliar female face. Her podgy face beams. My eyes close momentarily with relief. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Regaining my composure, the backs of the fingers of your right hand graze against my cheek as my hands curl at your waist. The second movement of Murray Gold’s [I]This is Gallifrey … [/I]soarsin my mind. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[COLOR=#000000][SIZE=2]The hours of mingling pass quickly amid much revelry. I’ve barely begun to truly relax before you come and inform me that it’s time to leave. [I]Wait, we’re leaving, [B]our party, NOW?[/B] I don’t remember the last time I was first to leave a party![/I][/SIZE][/COLOR]
[COLOR=#000000][SIZE=2]“Oh, your night’s not done yet.” Pulling me towards the door, I don’t know if it was the champagne kicking in, messing with my sobriety or what, but you weren’t making sense. You smirk. “Special party: only one other guest.” [I]Ah![/I][/SIZE][/COLOR]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]But I’m sober enough not to skip a beat. “You, me and who else?”[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]So as we file down the crowd, I glance at you, a sudden exhaustion shrouds me. You’re right beside me, fingers knitted to mine, and already it feels like days since we last had a moment alone together. Finally, we come to my ‘nephew’. The poor little tuxedoed tyke is adorable at the best of times, but you cannot help but “Aww!” as he’s out cold on mamma’s shoulder. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“No. Don’t wake him.” [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]But he’s already stirring. Bleary-eyed and drowsy, he whispers (almost under duress): “Goo’night Unky Stu” before he’s out again. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Kissing his temple, I bid him goodnight and thank him for all of his help today. Only one thing left to do now: take you by the hand and get the hell outta here. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]The door to the hotel suite snibs closed gently. Casting an eye over the room, you approve. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“You boys chose well.” [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]It might have only been a day or two, and hectic days at that, but we’re alone at last. Your nose crinkles slightly with your smile. You brush beside me as my hands round your hips. I wish I could find the words to describe the expression in your eyes. It’s odd, but enthralling: pleasure diluted just ever so slightly by disbelief.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]I make to speak, but the press of your forefinger discourages it. You pull me slowly by the hands, all the while gently moving backward. [I]What are you up to? [/I]Perching on the back of the couch, my fingers trickle down outside of your thighs. Your request to desist is lightened by laughter. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“Just let me do this … I’m your …” You pull the Windsor knot from my neck and unbutton my collar with one hand, while pushing the jacket on my shoulders with the other, distracting me the whole time with slight kisses at my jaw. Lithe arms coil about my neck in a maladroit embrace. You stop.A mischievous smile rises in your face. The realisation is dawning on you now. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“Do you realise what we’ve just gone and done?”[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]Your hand rises slightly to conceal the guilty laughter daring to escape. I nodded slightly. The barely audible expletive swirled over your tongue and clattered to the floor. I’m thinking of how nice it would be to have a little Coltrane right now. Somewhat ironically, I’m hearing [I]You Don’t Know What Love Is [/I]in my head. I’m sure I will find it somewhere. Setting you down lightly, I disappear from your gaze momentarily, moving lightly across the plush carpet. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]I return, striding purposefully to you, with my blue tie unceremoniously stuffed into my trouser pocket and only socks on my feet. My Coltrane track of choice has already begun. I stoop, peeling the heels from your ankles. Regaining my feet, I offer you a hand which you gleefully accept with a toothy smile.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]You reel me in once more. You could a thousand times a day; I’d still never tire of it. My hands, yet again, curl at your hips, though this time I keep you at arm’s length for just a moment. I wish you knew how radiant you looked. No. I mean it. You’re just [I]shimmering [/I]as you sway gently between my hands. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]We stood there in the silence I don’t know how long, until my sleeve rustled beneath your touch and I felt your eyes on me. Wanting. You blink slowly. Your tongue flicks over your lips deliberately. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]“Can we just stay here a while?” [/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=#000000]There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
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That was beautiful! I loved it!Posted 03-15-2010 at 10:40 PM by petite
