Maybe Moving On Isnt So Hard To Do...
You could never know what it's like
Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you
You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
And did you think this fool could never win
Well look at me, I'm coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away
Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
- Im Still Standing – Elton John
Bel curled her leg around his as he wrapped his arms around her. Naked, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Hearts just now returning to their normal beat while their breathing softened to contented sighs. Her nails trail along his chest, curling over pecs and down his stomach while she brushed her cheek against his shoulder. She could hear his heart beat, counting them before she finally spoke.
“So what made you follow me to Ariel?” She glanced up at him, grinning while she quirked a brow, her foot rubbing along his calf while she sighed contently.
“What makes you think I followed you? How do you know I wasn’t coming this way anyway?” He looked down at her and reached down to smack her bum, the action making her squeal and laugh before she turned and straddled him.
It was a total surprise. She had turned a corner in Ariel, arms full of books to stow on the ship and she ran into him. If it wasn’t for his fast reactions, the books would of fallen into the mud. He took her books and helped her to the ship, chatting to her about the trip and decided he should get his own supplies. He wasn’t following her, honest.
She believed that as much as she believed Reavers had a soul. She had listened to him as she thought back to the first time they finally shared themselves with each other. How they had talked and teased and laughed at jokes one late night. Neither one could sleep and decided to hang out at Fook’s. They laid down on the couches and talked before she plopped down on the couch he was in and starting poking him. Pokings led to tickles and the next thing they knew…
She felt alive in his arms. Better than she ever felt. How could anyone not want to be with him? Anyone would be a fool not to see beneath his hard exterior was someone wanting what everyone else wants.
She was brought back to the present with a trail along her back, his fingers making her shiver as she chuckled down at him. “Im glad we aren’t telling anyone about this. In a way, I want to tell the ‘verse. But I know it’s not the right time.”
For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. Safe and secure and… happy. Papa always said that life is like walking through a long tunnel. And when your life finally gets to that point of pure happiness, you finally see the light.
Bel brushed her fingers along his hair, curling her fingers through the tendrils while she brushes her thumbs along his cheeks. She looked into his eyes and then leaned down to kiss him gently before resting on his chest and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.
“Where were you off to?” The bemused voice was close to her ear, husky and deep and warm to her senses. She could feel his hand rub along her back, from shoulders to hip as she curled atop of him.
“I will tell you when I get there.” She grinned before lifting up and kissing him, melting into his body while she caressed into his hair again.
Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you
You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
And did you think this fool could never win
Well look at me, I'm coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away
Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I'm still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind
- Im Still Standing – Elton John
Bel curled her leg around his as he wrapped his arms around her. Naked, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Hearts just now returning to their normal beat while their breathing softened to contented sighs. Her nails trail along his chest, curling over pecs and down his stomach while she brushed her cheek against his shoulder. She could hear his heart beat, counting them before she finally spoke.
“So what made you follow me to Ariel?” She glanced up at him, grinning while she quirked a brow, her foot rubbing along his calf while she sighed contently.
“What makes you think I followed you? How do you know I wasn’t coming this way anyway?” He looked down at her and reached down to smack her bum, the action making her squeal and laugh before she turned and straddled him.
It was a total surprise. She had turned a corner in Ariel, arms full of books to stow on the ship and she ran into him. If it wasn’t for his fast reactions, the books would of fallen into the mud. He took her books and helped her to the ship, chatting to her about the trip and decided he should get his own supplies. He wasn’t following her, honest.
She believed that as much as she believed Reavers had a soul. She had listened to him as she thought back to the first time they finally shared themselves with each other. How they had talked and teased and laughed at jokes one late night. Neither one could sleep and decided to hang out at Fook’s. They laid down on the couches and talked before she plopped down on the couch he was in and starting poking him. Pokings led to tickles and the next thing they knew…
She felt alive in his arms. Better than she ever felt. How could anyone not want to be with him? Anyone would be a fool not to see beneath his hard exterior was someone wanting what everyone else wants.
She was brought back to the present with a trail along her back, his fingers making her shiver as she chuckled down at him. “Im glad we aren’t telling anyone about this. In a way, I want to tell the ‘verse. But I know it’s not the right time.”
For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. Safe and secure and… happy. Papa always said that life is like walking through a long tunnel. And when your life finally gets to that point of pure happiness, you finally see the light.
Bel brushed her fingers along his hair, curling her fingers through the tendrils while she brushes her thumbs along his cheeks. She looked into his eyes and then leaned down to kiss him gently before resting on his chest and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder.
“Where were you off to?” The bemused voice was close to her ear, husky and deep and warm to her senses. She could feel his hand rub along her back, from shoulders to hip as she curled atop of him.
“I will tell you when I get there.” She grinned before lifting up and kissing him, melting into his body while she caressed into his hair again.
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