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i_vanquish_evil) wrote2005-05-01 12:42 pm
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otherways
Sort of continued from here...
Michael Gabriel lays there, in the bed, arms curled around Stephen Carl; watching him sleep. He presses a soft kiss to the back of the other man's neck (he hasn't moved from where he was the night before) and strokes his hair.
He's thinking…
So many things to tell you…
I love Carl, but I'm starting to fall in love with all the little parts that are Stephen too…
the reddish hair that doesn't need to grow long to cover ears that don't poke out from your head…
the more green than blue eyes with the hint of grey that seem to see right into my soul…
the part of you that is afraid of not being good enough, because I want to fix that part, because I know you are…
the part of you that refuses to turn anyone away, leave anyone alone, because you know all too well what it's like and don't want anyone else to feel that pain…
the part of you that sees through all the shit I've done - the good and the bad - and, somehow, realizes that I do things because they're right and not for any glory or personal gain, though I don't exactly see that myself…
the part that sees all of the bad stuff that I've done and doesn't care, because it's the past…
... and I should tell you all of this. I want to tell you all of this. And I will.
When you wake up.
He's still stroking Stephen's hair, waiting for him to wake up. He kisses the soft, warm skin at the back of his neck again and slides his other hand up to move gently over the strong chest that is still pressed to the mattress. Gently, he nuzzles his face into the curve of Stephen's shoulder and whispers, "I love you."
He's thinking…
So many things to tell you…
I love Carl, but I'm starting to fall in love with all the little parts that are Stephen too…
the reddish hair that doesn't need to grow long to cover ears that don't poke out from your head…
the more green than blue eyes with the hint of grey that seem to see right into my soul…
the part of you that is afraid of not being good enough, because I want to fix that part, because I know you are…
the part of you that refuses to turn anyone away, leave anyone alone, because you know all too well what it's like and don't want anyone else to feel that pain…
the part of you that sees through all the shit I've done - the good and the bad - and, somehow, realizes that I do things because they're right and not for any glory or personal gain, though I don't exactly see that myself…
the part that sees all of the bad stuff that I've done and doesn't care, because it's the past…
... and I should tell you all of this. I want to tell you all of this. And I will.
When you wake up.
He's still stroking Stephen's hair, waiting for him to wake up. He kisses the soft, warm skin at the back of his neck again and slides his other hand up to move gently over the strong chest that is still pressed to the mattress. Gently, he nuzzles his face into the curve of Stephen's shoulder and whispers, "I love you."