Challenge #48 - Angst
Title: Love and Other Bruises (Parts 51 - 55) Author: Foreverbm Timeline: Season 5 - Post 308 Condoms: 5 to Michael (I'm unsure if these 5 qualify for condoms, if they don't just disregard them)
(51)
Time seemed to stand still. I had been playing this moment over and over in my mind since the day I had told him to leave. Every version was different and they all flooded through my mind, tumbling over each other, as I stood staring at him. He looked exactly the same as he had the day he left. I didn’t know why that surprised me. The steroids had taken control of his mind, which in turn told his body that they were what he needed. But he was still Ben. Then and now. Still the love of my life.
(52)
I knew I would have to be the one to make the first move. I took a tentative step forward and then couldn’t stop myself as I flew into his arms. He hesitated for a moment before picking me up and hugging me so tightly I was left struggling for air but I didn’t care. He was back. Words, explanations, questions and answers would come later. I held him as if I would never let him go again, feeling the light come back into my life through the touch of his body, the feel of his breath on my skin.
***************************** (53)
I don’t know how long we stood there lost in that moment. It seemed like forever but was probably only minutes. He loosened his grip and stood me back on my feet, his hands reaching out for mine, which I offered with no hesitation. He turned my hand over, his eyes on the scar which was barely visible. He brought my hand to his lips, kissing that thin white jagged line as his eyes met mine. Pain and regret shone out of his eyes. I bought my fingers up, tracing them gently over his face, reassuring myself he was real. ****************************
(54)
He opened his mouth to speak but I brought my fingers to his lips silencing his words. I didn’t want words. I just wanted to feast my eyes on him, hold him in my arms. I reached out for his hand, threading my fingers through his as my other hand fumbled in my pocket for the key. I finally found it. With a shaking hand I unlocked the door and led him inside, kicking the door shut behind me with my foot. He stopped, pulling me to a standstill, his eyes scanning the room, before coming to rest on me.
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(55)
“Michael…” “I know” I dragged him to the bedroom, tugging at his jacket as I pulled my own coat off. Our hands were fighting, struggling with each others clothes, wanting, needing that feeling of skin against skin like never before. He stood before me naked, beautiful, his body still powerful but with the gentler curves that I had craved. I walked into his arms, resting my head on his chest, arms wrapped around him, close to tears but holding them back. Without losing contact we walked to the bed. He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving my face.