She's the fairytale, he's the legend, and they lie together under the impossibly blue sky. Clinging, kissing, holding. She murmurs something that could be "I love you" or it could be "I want you", and by now they've learned that both of those phrases apply.
He traces a fingertip down her arm and shoulder; she traces her mouth down his jaw. They're both so old, but still so naive when it comes to this sort of a relationship. They hold each other close to keep from running away.
Storm clouds roll in. Big, fat raindrops pelt them from their comfortable place on the ground, but neither of them hide. He tangles his fingers in her wet hair and she kisses raindrops off of his lips. They may not know their relationship well, but they both know storms.
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Doctor/Dorothy 143 Words
Date: 2009-03-15 07:17 pm (UTC)He traces a fingertip down her arm and shoulder; she traces her mouth down his jaw. They're both so old, but still so naive when it comes to this sort of a relationship. They hold each other close to keep from running away.
Storm clouds roll in. Big, fat raindrops pelt them from their comfortable place on the ground, but neither of them hide. He tangles his fingers in her wet hair and she kisses raindrops off of his lips. They may not know their relationship well, but they both know storms.
You can't run from a storm.