SEQUEL TO: Boys Don't Cry
AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue
E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, nor do I own the title or lyrics... Joss and Davis Greenwalt own everyone you know from TV, and the legal heirs of Freddie Mercury, and the remaining members of Queen, own the title and lyrics.
RATING: R-ish, I suppose...
PAIRING: guess.
DISTRIBUTION: Charity, Jen:) and anyone else I've said yes to are okay... otherwise, ask.
FEEDBACK: is kind of the point of this little exercise...
DEDICATIONS: to Queen, for not sueing me... (hopefully)... Also to: Caroline, Susi, Kitti, and Nutmeg... thanks for the feedback!!!
NOTES: I also still love Queen... so what??? Oh, and * *= emphasis, while // // surrounds lyrics.
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She almost couldn't believe what was happening, but not because she didn't *want* it to be true. No, it was more that... he'd *found* her! And he'd not only found her, but... he'd come to her, and...
Her fingers wound gently through his short, dark locks, and she felt her own eyes beginning to brim with tears as he continued to sob against her. Her heart was beating faster than it had since she'd last seen him at the hotel, and she knew that was entirely due to the fact that he was there with her, on his knees and apologizing, but... He'd still said what he'd said, and... But she wasn't alone. Or not at the *moment* anyway. The only problem was that she wasn't sure of exactly why he'd come.
Was it because he wanted to salve his conscience for the way he'd acted... the things he'd said...? Or was it because he wanted her back?
// Just one year of love...
Is better than a lifetime alone...
One sentimental moment in your arms...
Is like a shooting star right through my heart...
It's always a rainy day without you...
I'm a prisoner of love, inside you...
I'm falling apart, all around you... //
He'd hurt her so much with his hasty words, and she didn't know if he even understood *why*! She didn't know whether he was even aware of what he was apologizing *for*! But... his arms were around her, and his head was pressed against her stomach, and he was *crying*! *Angel* was *crying*!
And whatever the reason, whatever it was that had drawn him to her once again, well... a part of her was glad. A part of her was calling out for her to just... accept him, on whatever terms were acceptable to him; to let him thaw the bitter ice she'd surrounded herself in since she'd seen him last.
// My heart cries out to your heart...
I'm lonely, but you can save me...
My hand reaches out for your hand...
I'm cold, but you light the fire in me...
My lips search for your lips...
I'm hungry for your touch...
There's so much left unspoken...
And all I can do is surrender...
To the moment, just surrender... //
Her eyes closed for a heart-torn moment, her mind rushing desperately through all the reasons she shouldn't have him back, and... she didn't even know if that was what he wanted, she realized, but... Gods, she still loved him. So much that she'd almost ceased to exist once she'd left, and... he was there. He was holding her tightly, and he was... *there*!
Her fingers tightened, almost against her own inclination, and she gently pulled him away from her abdomen, sighing softly at the fear and hope in his eyes when he looked up at her, and... she twisted her body a bit, until his arms loosened, and slowly slipped down to her knees before him, her fingers still tight in his hair.
She wasn't sure of just what he saw in her eyes, but unless she was *very* mistaken, they bore a look akin to the one in his... fear that this wasn't going to work... and hope, that it would... and as she pulled him closer, brushing her lips lightly against his, she smiled slightly at his soft, almost disbelieving gasp.
His lips against hers, after all this time... his arms, holding her to him... his tongue, delving deep into her mouth as she drove her own into the wet, cool cavern of his... She could feel herself melting inside. The ice was quickly disolving, and by the time she pulled her lips from his, she was fairly certain that nothing even remotely cold remained.
Or at least, not until she opened her eyes again, and was reminded, looking at him, of the things he'd said.
//And no one ever told me...
That love would hurt so much...
And pain is so close to pleasure...
And all I can do is surrender...
To your love... //
And yet... he hadn't borne that look in his eyes then... hadn't let her see his terror of losing her, and... she knew, somehow, that if she stopped now, it wouldn't just break her own heart... again... but *his* as well, and she shrugged mentally, her mind made up. She would throw herself back into him, fling herself whole-heartedly into loving him. He would have to explain, and *soon*, why he'd said the things he had, but... First she had to let him know that she'd never really stopped loving him, or wanting him, or wanting his love.
It was with that thought in mind that she pressed herself even tighter to him, her hands trailing down from his head and coming to rest just below his shoulder blades as her lips closed the small gap between them and his, nd as she felt his tongue deep within her mouth once again, she finally let go. She didn't know how long this would last, or even what 'this' was, but... sometimes, she told herself, it was necessary to leap without looking, and... her leap would be one of *faith*.
// Just one year of love...
Is better than a lifetime alone...
One sentimental moment in your arms...
Is like a shooting star right through my heart...
It's always a rainy day without you...
I'm a prisoner of love inside you... //
She wasn't at all sure of how they'd managed to stand... she had no idea of how she'd managed to tell him where her room was... but apparently, those things had happened, because they were there, in her room, and they were slowly... *undressing* each other, and... when he was pressed hard aginst her on her bed, she could have sworn that she was shattering into a million pieces, because...
He was everything she'd remembered, and more... And when he finally, finally, slid deep inside her... They'd talk later, she told herself, reveling in the sensation of feeling whole... complete... after *months* of despairing.
// I'm falling apart, all around you...
And all I can do is surrender... //