When You Say Nothing At All
TITLE: When You Say Nothing At All
AUTHOR: Fyredansa
EMAIL: Fyredansa@hotmail.com
SUMMARY: Willow is gutted over Oz's betrayal. Spike feels sorry for her...started out sane, but kinda went kablooey at the end. Oh well :-)
FEEDBACK: Hey, if you like it, please comment. If not, I'll go and sulk in the corner.
DISTRIBUTION: Just here at the mo...but anyone can have it :-) Just ask nicely ;-)
SPOILERS: Sections of the 4th season, up to 'Hush'.
COUPLE: Willow/Spike
RATING: Erm...well, it has some sweary type words and some implied naughtiness, but other than that, its nice. Ish.
DISCLAIMER: Let me get this clear - if I owned these guys, do you THINK I would waste time writing? Ho no! ;-) These chaps and chapettes (chaps preferred) belong to Joss Whedon and all the other companies involved with the TV show. The Lyrics are Ronan Keating's 'When you say nothing at all' which I should have asked for permission to use, but I didn't and its too late now, so please don't sue me cos I'm poor!
CLASSIFICATION: It all depends...maybe more will show up.
NOTES: Like I said, it started sane, then went kablooey. It could make for an interesting series if I so decide ;-)
DEDICATED: Anyone who actually reads it :-D
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Three days had passed.
Three full days and still, none of them had asked her how she was feeling. All of them had assured her everything was all okay, but she knew it wasn’t. Just as she knew that her broken heart remained broken.
Willow flopped down on the sofa in Giles’ living room, briefly wondering where the Watcher was. Probably avoiding her, as he had been since she had cast him blind. It was an accident, but he didn’t see it that way.
Sure, he pretended everything was okay, but as soon as he could, he started his normal lecture about using magick for selfish and foolish reasons.
“I just wanted the pain to go away.” She whispered, trying to force back the tears that were threatening to overflow.
“What was that, Red?”
Startled, the witch leapt to her feet, whirling around. “Oh…Spike…it’s just you.” She gave the vampire a sad smile. “You scared me.”
“Haven’t done that for a while.” He grinned wryly, walking through from the kitchen, a box of chocolate chip cookies clutched in his hand. Dropping onto the couch, he held out the box. “Want a biscuit?”
“A what?” Sitting down on the edge of the cushion, she took one of the cookies. “These are cookies, Spike.”
“Cookies, biscuits…what’s the bloody difference?” He grumbled around a mouthful, then shifted to face her. “So, pet, what were you saying when I was through there, raiding the ponce’s cupboards?”
Nibbling a chocolate chip, Willow sighed. “Nothing important.” She replied quietly, hoping she was lying convincingly.
But apparently not.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, love.” The vampire’s blue eyes met hers calmly. “There’s something that’s been eating away at you for days now. The twits might be too blind to look, but I recognise a broken heart when I see one.”
Shrugging, Willow blinked, her eyes prickling. “I’m fine.” Pushing herself to her feet, she walked across to the desk, flicking through the piles of notes. A jolt of pain rippled through her, her tears brimming over and spilling down her pale cheeks.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re lying?” A pair of gentle hands fell lightly on her trembling shoulders. Hands that belonged to the man who had tried to kill her barely days before. A vampire who spoke to her now with more concern than any of her so-called friends had. “What is it?”
One shaking hand pointed at a photo that lay amid the scattered sheets of paper. “Our graduation picture…Oz…” Her voice was harsh, ragged.
“That’s right!” He voiced his thoughts. “You were with the wolf when I…er…at the warehouse.” Turning her to face him, he gazed into her tear-filled green eyes, so wide and helpless and lost. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
Falling against him with a sob, the dams that she had held so securely around her since Oz’s betrayal and departure collapsed, all the emotions and pain pouring out of her in an uncontrollable flood as a demon gently took her in his arms and held her close.
Finally, out of tears, she accepted the tissue that the vampire was holding and blew her nose, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Sitting side by side on the couch, she rested her head against his chest, his arm around her shoulder lightly.
“Feeling better, pet?” He prompted, running a hand lightly down her cheek, surprised that she didn’t pull away.
Now he knew just why she had been ‘hanging on by a thread’ as he had told Buffy. He had sensed her immense grief, but now, he had the full background and he decided that he hated the wolf more than ever.
With a nod and a sniff, Willow smiled up at him with a little more brightness than she had shown in the last few days.
“Biscuit?” Picking the box off the table, he held proffered it to her with a bright smile, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
Grabbing one of the cookies, she glared at him in mock-anger, her misty, green eyes still blood-shot from the bitter tears. “I’ll take a cookie.” She said, chomping down on it viciously as emphasis.
“Whatevah.” Resting his chin on the top of her head, he smiled down at her, another cookie finding its way into his oh-so-evil-big-bad-vampire hand. “Whatevah.”
*
Bloody hell!
Just when you think you can cope with being near someone, it doesn’t work! Since the chit told me what happened, I have this inescapable urge to find that damned wolf and rip his guts out.
Mind you, I’d do that to anyone if I could.
And yet, I let some little red head bint…and not just any red head bint – the one who had me getting engaged to the Slayer, for Satan’s sake! – crying on my shoulder and sharing a box of cookies with me.
I owed her for last year. That’s what it was. She listened to me…a very drunk me, pouring out all my problems about Dru and everything. It was the least I could do.
I know what its like to have someone leave like she did. But then, so did the Slayer with my poof of a Sire. And yet, she didn’t stay around to help her best mate through this.
Not a very good friend, if you ask me.
The Witch deserves a break from them. They don’t understand her power. They don’t even understand her. She’s tougher and braver and stronger than any of them give her credit for.
Especially that bitch of a Slayer.
That she managed to keep herself sane this long proves that. From that time in the factory to tonight, I seem to be the only prick – apart from wolf boy – to realise just how…well…special she is.
And I would have turned her. When I walked into that dorm and saw her lying on her bed…bloody hell. If only I could have. If only. With all that red hair and white skin and power, she’d be more than a match for Dru.
Dru.
My dark Princess.
I wonder where the bitch is. Probably with another of her lovers.
I haven’t even thought of her much since last year, after having the red chit listen to my ramblings, smelling so sweet and fresh and fiery. I took Harmony under my wing telling myself it was to forget Dru or the chit…another on of my biggest mistakes.
When will I learn that ‘Its just a shag’ isn’t enough for me?
Never gone for redheads before. Not until I left Sunnyhell last year and by then it was too late.
Well.
The Big Bad is back…and this time, he’s got a thing for some bloody-haired witch chit by the name of Willow Rosenberg.
*
He touched me!
Oh Goddess…his hands were so cold, but I didn’t want him to move.
And he listened! He listened to what I had to say and he talked to me. Like he was just any normal man talking to any normal girl. Like we were both just normal teenagers doing the normal teenager kind of thing.
It was like a role reversal of last year.
Except I wasn’t drunk.
He was so sweet! Are vampires meant to be sweet? I don’t know, but he didn’t tell me I was wrong for feeling the way I feel. He didn’t tell me to go and get over it. He actually seemed to...care. He just…I don’t know. Helped, I guess.
And gave me cookies. A vampire that likes chocolate chip cookies…it makes me giggle just thinking about it. I wonder if he likes ice cream.
And why am I even thinking this? Why do I care if some evil skanky vampire…with the cutest smile in the world…likes…ice cream…Spike and ice cream…oh Goddess! Bad, Willow! Bad!
All right! I admit it. I like Spike.
He scared me last year, but he was so sweet and so sad. The way he missed Drusilla and wanted her back almost makes me wish I was Dru. Almost. I just want to feel like I did when Oz and I were happy. Like Dru and Spike did before Angelus.
At least now, I have a friend who might be able to help me. My dear friend, William the Bloody, a Master Vampire, the Big Bad and by far the cutest and sweetest Vampire this side of Sunnydale.
Cute…Spike. Yep. I’ve got it bad for a member of the undead. This is so…Buffy. Oh well, nothings going to happen.
Unless I do a love spe…NO! No more spells around Spike or the others. He might see it as a joke, but they won’t.
Keep this thing as strictly look, but don’t touch. Or touch a little bit, but not enough to lose a friend. Yeah. That’s the best idea.
*
“Ow! Is it meant to burn?” Spike’s voice had assumed a whiny tone, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. Willow bit back a giggle, her rubber-gloved fingers rubbing through his hair calmly.
“Don’t be a baby.” She said primly, grateful that Giles still hadn’t returned. She had made it to the Walmart in time to get a bottle of bleach for the vampire’s hair and called Buffy to say she had some urgent work to take care of.
Which was true. In a manner of speaking.
“OW!”
Tucking the towel carefully around his neck, she grinned. “You stop whining and I’ll give you a cookie.” She promised teasingly.
“Cookie?” His twinkling eyes positively lit up, a wicked grin sending a tremor racing down her spine. **Goddess! He’s got such a gorgeous smile!**
Tapping him on the nose with one finger, she forced a frown, focussing on his bleach-coated hair as she spoke. “You know, for a centennial, I would have thought you were a bit more mature.”
“But mum!” The vampire wailed. “I want a cookie.”
Willow feigned a sigh. “You finished the cookies already. All I have left is...” **Do I offer him ice cream? I want to know...** “Chocolate cookie crunch ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” Spike’s eyes rose to hers, a wickedly sexy smile creeping onto his lips. “Even better, pet.” **And you know what you can do with ice cream? You can smear it on and lick it off...**
Swallowing hard, Willow stuck her tongue out at the vampire and pushed his head over the bathtub, blasting his hair with the shower, despite his yell of dismay, her heart thundering against her ribcage.
*
Kneeling on the carpet, her chin resting on her crossed wrists, her elbows propped on the table, Willow’s eyes skimmed over the runes slowly, taking in the language that hadn’t been spoken for nearly a hundred years.
“Cha’rin t’a, li’ichari qsiag l’nya tpersa luna.” Kneeling down beside her, he smiled, tracing one black-nailed finger across the ancient script as he read it aloud softly. “M’rhus ttcha’yu bqup-st’li.”
“What does it mean?” She breathed, leaning over to regard the page he was reading, her soft hair brushing over his bare arms.
Inhaling a sweet wave of her scent, he watched her face. “Nights of silence bring the communion of the two. Daughter of fire, son of the earth, ever bound in a circle of passion that stirs that stars.”
The intensity of her fascination in such things made him jealous. Jealous of spells, of books, of magick.
Ridiculous really.
Standing up, he dropped onto the sofa behind her as she stared at the figured, turning her green eyes to him. “It sounds so romantic.” She murmured, tracing one slender finger across the wide strokes of the letters.
Spike shrugged, a bored look on his face. “A bloke and chit meet and shag forever. No big deal.” **Bloody hell, you prick! Humour the chit, at least.**
“That’s what I love about you, Spike,” **In every sense of the words…love? Wait a damn minute…Spike? Love?…Oh Goddess!** The redhead sighed in half in mock-despair. “You don’t have a romantic bone in your body.”
Returning her attention back to the book, she didn’t see the pained expression that crossed his face. Running a hand over her neck, she groaned softly. “Remind me not to try and move my magick box myself.”
“Try not to move your magick box yourself.” He chided, scooting along and swinging one leg over her head so she was sitting between his knees. Placing his hands on her shoulder, he murmured. “Just relax, pet.”
“What are yo-OH!”
As his skilful fingers gently massaged her stiff neck and shoulders, the young witch trembled every time his bare skin came in contact with her own.
Spike almost moaned aloud, her skin burning against his fingers. Incredible. Pushing the table forward with his feet, he pushed her forward, sinking on his knees behind her, his hands moving down her spine.
Arching back against him, Willow sank her teeth into her lip to stifle a gasp, her head brushing against his chest, his hands continuing to move smoothly and lightly across her body.
Finally withdrawing his hands, Spike gently pushed aside a lock of hair from her flushed cheek and whispered in her ear. “Feeling better, love?”
Tilting her head slightly, Willow’s eyes opened slowly, the iris a much darker shade than usual, her pale cheeks rosy. Blue eyes met green for a long moment, their faces barely inches apart.
“But I do care about you!”
Xander’s voice shattered the moment, Willow shakily getting to her feet, brushing her trembling hands down on her shirt as she turned to face Xander and Anya who were still bickering in the doorway.
“Uh...hi guys!” With false brightness, she smiled at them, as the blond vampire slowly got his feet beside her. “What are you doing here?”
*
I was so close! This bloody close!
And then the whelp and his demon had to crash the party.
If I was ever in any doubt that I wanted that witch more than anything in the world, all those fears went sailing out the window when I saw the emotion in those green eyes when she turned to look at me.
The passion in those beautiful green orbs almost knocked me backwards. It was all I could do to sit and stare blankly at her like a stupid school boy. I had her there, in my arms and I just sat and stared at her!
I wanted to tell her, talk to her, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. So, I wanted to kiss her and show her, but I couldn’t move. She paralysed me with her natural magick. That’s my little witch.
Mind you, it makes any thoughts of a relationship a bit of a problem…
*
He was going to kiss me! I’m sure he was going to kiss me…if only Xander and Anya hadn’t come in at that moment.
And I wanted him to. To kiss me that is…Spike…not Xander. The way he was looking at me…it made me feel all ooshie inside, like I was the only girl in the world and he was the only man alive.
Or undead.
Maybe I’m seeing things cos he doesn’t act like he likes me that way, but when he touches me I go all tingly and gooey. No one ever did that to me before. Not even Oz.
Okay, he was nice and when he touched me it felt nice, but he didn’t make me tingle and think wrong lusty feelings ALL the time. He thought I was so delicate and fragile…like he didn’t want to break me.
But he did. In the worst way.
But then, there’s Spike.
He’s a vampire…a demon…a member of the undead club that I’m not in. He’s tried to kill me and Buffy time and time again. He’s evil. Cold-hearted. Cruel.
And he listens to me when I’m down. Talks to me when I need it or hugs me when I don't.
In less than two days, he’s become more reliable a friend than Buffy or even Xander. I know that I can talk to him about anything and everything and no one has even noticed. No one cares about the quiet little witch being pally with the big old neutered vampire.
Not that I thought they would notice. Just as long as I’ve stopped complaining about my little ‘problem’, they’re happy. As long as I’m concentrating on the research and all that, they don’t seem to care what else I do.
They say they listen, but they don’t really hear.
Sometimes silence says more than words. Like his eyes.
*
“Big news item from Sunnydale California Apparently the entire town has been quarantined due to an epidemic of, as strange at this may sound, Laryngitis. It seems the town has been rendered unable to speak there's no word yet what might have caused this or what other effects might be seen from this epidemic local authorities has issued a statement, a written statement, I should say, blaming recent flu vaccinations. A few sceptics call it a city wide hoax In the meanwhile Sunnydale has effectively shut down all schools and businesses will be closed for the time being and residents are advised to stay home and rest up centers for disease control have ordered the entire town quarantined. no one can go in or out until the syndrome is identified or the symptoms disappear. We'll bring you more on that as it develops.”
Hands resting on the back of the sofa, Willow lowered her head with a sigh.
The entire Scooby gang was assembled in Giles’ deathly-silent living room, along with his friend, Olivia, although one particular blonde-haired, blue-eyed demon-person was notably absent from the little group.
Buffy wrote something about patrolling that night on one of the white boards they had bought on the street and Willow had to smile wryly at the quick initiative of some people to make the best of a typically bad Hellmouth-y situation.
Tapping the witch on the shoulder, the Slayer inclined her head towards the door. “Are you going to stay here?” She mouthed soundlessly.
“Yes.” Willow mouthed in response.
Buffy gave her hand a quick squeeze, then made her way to the door, ready to go and arm herself with whatever she needed for the night ahead.
As soon as the blonde departed, the redhead looked down at her friends on the sofa, clinging to one another like lost children. Giles had Olivia and Xander had Anya, but she didn’t have anyone there to comfort her.
Picking up the board, she scrawled. “Where’s Spike?”
Handing the board to Xander, she read as he wrote. “He’s in my basement. I’m…looking after him while Giles’ friend is here.”
Anya snatched the pen and added. “Giles’ orgasm friend.”
Willow nodded, looking over at Olivia and Giles with a forced down smile. “I’m going back to the dorm.” She wrote, the pen squeaking on the board. “If you need me here,” **Although its unlikely, I know.** “Let the phone ring twice and I’ll come over.”
*
Willow Rosenberg, you are a liar of the first degree!
And a wannabe cat burglar!
Squeezing through the window of Xander’s home – or basement – I climbed down the bookshelf and suddenly seemed to lose the ability to move or to even breath as Spike entered the room from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Willow?” His eyes widened, his lips moving silently.
“Hi.” It seemed like a good thing to…uh…mouth at the time.
And words didn’t seem important as he held out his hands, opening his arms to me and drawing me into a tight embrace, his arms holding me close to his chest.
I could feel his cool lips pressing against my forehead, one hand running though my hair. His chest was cool and smooth against my fingertips as I raised my face to his and met those incredible blue eyes, the emotion shining there taking my breath away.
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Staring into those eyes, I felt myself falling, sinking into the love I could see shining there. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached up and I kissed him, just a light touch of my lips against his. It just feels so…right.
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
The incredible smile that lit his face could have illuminated all of New York City, one of his callused hands gently running down my cheek, his fingers brushing my hair aside.
His arm slid around my waist, his eyes holding mine as he drew me closer and closer. My heart was pounding in my ears, my hands trembling. My body knew what my mind had wanted since the first time I had ever seen Spike.
Try as I may, I can never explain
His mouth descended on mine with a gentleness that amazed me, his tongue lightly teasing my mouth open, tingles of pleasure racing through my whole body.
What I hear when you don't say a thing.
It was at that moment that I suddenly understood. I knew what he was feeling and it had taken a silence for him to be able to say it. He loved me.
*
Ohhellohhellohhellohhellohhellohhellohhellohhellohhellohhell!
The witch! My little witch! Lips. Kissed. Me…shit! I never expected that to happen in a million years. And when I kissed her...
I love her.
I don’t know how or why, but I never want to lose this little witch of mine. If Dru ever showed up, I would choose the witch over the bitch any day. A hundred years of bliss be damned. I want this mortal.
Cupping her face in my hands, I could drown just gazing into those beautiful green eyes. She smells so fresh and full of life, as fiery as her scarlet mane. I can’t believe I just kissed her! With my lips! On hers!
And she’s reduced me to the terrified teenager on a first date with a smile again. And its not just any smile. It’s a trusting smile of acceptance. A smile that says she knows that I would never hurt her, like that wolf boy. But its more than that too…
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
Her slim hand touched mine, running her fingers over my knuckles, her lips lightly kissing the pad of my thumb as I stroked her lips. I couldn’t bear to lose this girl. I know I would fall apart. It would be worse than it ever was with Dru, but I know I can trust this girl.
There's a truth I your eyes saying you'll never leave me
She listened to me in spite of everything last year…all right, I shoved a bottle in her face, but she did listen. And when I went to her room before I found out about the bloody implant, she didn’t try to kill me…quite.
She talks to me and I know I can talk to her. We can talk or we can be silent. It doesn't matter as long as we are there together. Maybe that’s what the difference is. Whatever it is, it scares the living crap out of me, but I don’t care. As long as I have her, I know that I’m King of the World.
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me, wherever I fall
I don’t know how long we just stood there for, our hands overlapping on her pale cheeks, but all I knew was that I loved her and she loved me. It had taken those damn gentlemen to push us together and to say it…without words.
You say it best, when you say nothing at all.
*
Sitting at the desk, Buffy tried as best she could to focus on the letters that danced in front of her eyes, but constantly caught herself glancing over at Willow who was sitting at her laptop, a small smile on her lips.
“Whatcha doin’?” She asked, grateful once again that she’d both gotten her voice back and they had averted apocalypse again.
Willow hastily shut the laptop down. “Nothin’.” She smiled sweetly, hoping she wasn’t blushing as much as she thought she was.
“Well, look at that.” Spike’s voice put in snidely from his pile of books. “Red’s face matches her hair. What in the world could have made you blush like that, pet?” His penetrating gaze met hers, the twinkle of devilry unnoticed by any of the others. “Could the little lady have a little man…or a big man to keep her entertained?”
“You’re a pig, Spike.” Buffy spoke around a mouthful of chocolate, eager to leap to the defence of her friend and to pick a fight with the vampire.
Spike pouted at her. “I’m wounded, pet. I mean, that’s something I’ve never been called before, you know.”
Hazel eyes narrowed fiercely at the cock-sure blue-eyed demon, leaving Willow fighting down a dose of the giggles.
“You know, Spike,” Xander glanced over at the vampire, his expression cool. “Some people would think you were trying to get the Slayer to stake you. It would certainly stop you trying to do it yourself again.”
“Shut up, Xander.” Anya slapped him across the head. “You are so insensitive sometimes.”
“But it’s true.” Xander argued hotly. “All he ever does is pick fights with Buffy or insult Willow or the rest of us. Why doesn’t he keep his mouth shut?”
“I would ask the same thing about you, Xander.” Willow put in sweetly. “Not that you talk to much…its just that you scare away Buffy’s trade…”
Immediately, Anya and Xander rose on the offensive, preparing to protect his fragile honour, never noticing the look that was passed between Spike and the red head. As the arguing couple were herded out of the door, Giles and Buffy followed them, to make certain of no bloodshed, their voices carrying to the pair inside.
All day long I can hear people talking out loud.
Standing, the vampire gazed at his secret lover with a grin. “Can I play with that laptop thing of yours, pet? Maybe we can find out more about the Union of Two on the…er…net. Is that what its called?”
“Just what I need.” Willow glared at him, gesturing him to sit beside her, a thrill of pleasure rippling across her skin as his thigh brushed against hers. “A computer illiterate vampire who thinks that sarcasm is actually funny.”
Sliding an arm around her waist, his cool hand slipped under the material and brushed her side lightly. “You wouldn’t believe how sexy some people find sarcasm.” He purred in her ear, his fingers tracing circles on her skin.
To Willow, it felt like everything in the world had just stopped at that moment and there was only them.
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Giles and Buffy re-entered the lounge, as Willow’s shaking hands unconsciously moved the cursor around the screen in the same pattern as Spike was tracing on her skin.
“The Joining of the Two.” She whispered, lifting her hand from the mouse and coining one of Spike’s familiar phrases. “Bloody hell…”
Both of them leaned forward in unison, oblivious to Giles’ presence behind them and read softly. “The night of the silence shall start it all. Life and Death will become one and one they must remain, in love or hate, in life and loss. The scream of the warrior will shatter the silence and a new beginning will arise.”
“It’s the destiny of the two.” Spike murmured, his fingers lightly squeezing his lover’s waist. “I didn’t believe in it. I didn’t think it would happen…”
“Wh-what is it?” Giles took of his glasses and frowned at the screen. “I don’t recall su-such a…a legend in any of my books.”
Spike tilted his face up, his hand still stroking Willow’s side reassuringly. “It’s a vampire legend.” He replied softly. “I didn’t realise the significance until now. A Vampire was destined to fall in love with a human and that human would live forever. Their love would be eternal, a union of man and vampire…the blessing of pure and complete love.”
Giles immediately started mumbling something about problems or scenarios if the Unification had indeed happened, but Spike and Willow said nothing.
Blue eyes met green, no words needed.
Try as they may, they can never define
What's being said between your heart and mine
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me, wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all.
*
Lying in on another’s arms that night in the deserted Rosenberg house, Spike traced his finger across her lips softly. “You know what this means?” **Please don’t hate me for this…please…**
Willow nodded, her head pillowed on his shoulder. “I knew before. I remembered what you said about that demon poem…the one I thought was romantic. I knew when we were in Xander’s basement, during the silence.” **It was destiny. I knew it. Cool! I have a destiny!**
“Eternal life and love…” Cool fingers trailed down her spine. “Are you sure you’re ready to put up with a whole eternity of me, my beautiful little witch?”
Leaning up on her elbow, she regarded him, a slight smile on her lips. “You’re the only person who listened to me, even when I wasn’t saying a word. You’re the only person I would want to share a box of…biscuits with. You’re the only one I love.”
“I love you, Willow.” Pulling her lips down on his, he savoured the feeling of her skin against his, her blood-red mane sweeping across his cheeks.
“Maybe I was wrong about that ‘romantic bones’ thing.” She murmured, gazing at him, her fingers tracing over his face.
Sky blue met grass green, as the couple expressed their love and need for one another in ways that words simply couldn’t say.
The smile on your face, that truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand lets me know
That you need me.
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