State Of Love And Trust
Eddies POV
And when I get home at night I'm always met with silence. No matter what time of year. But I'm used to it by now. It used to bother me when we first moved in together. But every time you eventually drag your heavy feet through the door and gently pull me into a firm embrace, I forget about how I was alone for a few hours.
How could I think about anything but you when you're in this state? How can I think about loneliness when you've wrapped your long, strong arms around my body, fingers splayed on my back, radiating with heat? When you rest your weary head on my shoulder, turning it in more to my neck and planting small open mouthed kisses to my smooth skin? When you push your body gently into mine, so as to lean us against the closest wall?
I can't. Because I can deal with a few hours of loneliness if it means when you get home, you love me as much as you can. Those few hours of solitude slowly morphed from loneliness into anticipation. And by God does it feel good to anticipate your touch. You somehow manage to make me feel so loved when you only give me a few kisses and wrap me in a hug. So when you start to give me more, more contact, more kisses, and add in words, I'm lost.
I'm lost in your presence. In the love that radiates off you. Fuck, you're perfect. When you move your lips up my neck and onto my cheek, then to my ear, I'm already shaking.
“Missed you today, darling."
I might as well have no bones. I melt right into you, and I numbly lift my arms up to wrap around your body, splaying on your back like you've done for me. I might be brainless in this state, but I can at least show you my love in this action. There your lips go, moving from my ear, across my cheek, and to the corner of my lips. Small puffs of breath are released onto my skin, and it sends goosebumps down my arms. I bring you in tighter, and I feel your smile.
“Looks like you missed me too.”
Your voice. Smooth, yet rough. Clear, yet thick. Loving, yet…well, there is nothing else to it. In everything you say, everything you breathe, I hear the love. I feel the love. Your breath is warm on my skin, and it moves to my lips. I can feel your perfect lips gently grazing my own, but you won't make contact. I open an eye and peer at what I can of your face. Your eyes are closed, face calm and rested. Though, there are a few crinkles at the corner of your eyes. You haven't had the best day either. You need this as much as I do. I slowly move my left hand up your back, my hand lifting so only my fingers are trailing up your shoulders, past your neck and into your hair. Only ever so gently. I couldn't bear to hurt you. Not you.
After leaving a few scratches, I gently pull you in. I don't need to move your head too much, barely, if anything. You were already so close. And with that you become lost as well.
Time fly by when you're embraced with the person you intend on spending the rest of your life with. I don't know how long we stayed like that for, but I wish it never faltered. But it did. You did.
“You’re too good to me, eds.”
Our lips are barely parted, and as you speak more little warm breaths are being puffed onto my own lips. I lean forwards and leave another small kiss on your soft lips. So, so soft. I drop my hand out of your hair to rest at the side of your neck. My hand is cold, and I feel you shiver against it. I trail my right hand up to cup the other side of your neck, and I lean away from your face until I can see you properly. Oh darlin, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Like an angel dropped from heaven just for me. Better than anything any beauty magazine can produce. So pretty, so soft. Yet you can see how much you've lived, how many nights you spent in despair, how you're not perfect. But no one wants perfect. Which is good, cause no one is.
Your hands are moving. They're following suit of mine. Except your hands rest on my cheeks, your thumb brushing up and down. Fuck, I should have thought about that. Never mind that now, your neck is warming my hands up. You look at me like you trust me, as if you would trust me with your life. I hope you do, because you can trust me. I wouldn't ever hurt you, I'd never think about doing anything that would. How could I? Since the day I first saw you, all I ever wanted to do was show you love like you'd never seen it. And the way you're letting me hold you oh so close, I think I've succeeded. At least to an extent
“I love you darlin."