Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Waiting for my pilot to come

"That's definitely so." Grinning, he finally met her stare and took in a sudden breath. There was something so geniune and good within her eyes, that he felt himself almost needing her. It was like he was slowly drinking from her gaze, gathering some sort of strength from her but at the same time wondering what the hell he would ever do without her again. How was it possible to feel so dependent upon her within such a short period of time?

GOD! I CANT ReSIst! =P

hahaa...

Emm.. as a special dedication to an old friend whos been reading this blog, i'll quote another story..
(You'll have to forgive me if i dont have the exact words tho.. :) )

-So, What time are u going off to bed?
~*smiles* i dont sleep much..
-Why not?
~*grins* No cute chick to come to bed with me.
-Well.. If u still think im cute n all.. Lets go to bed together. ;)
-U'll go to your bed, I'll go to My bed.. We'll go to bed together! ;)

:)
and..

-U were great in bed last nite! ;)

=)


Back to the other story!

Her pleading stare broke him down a little, and somewhere inside he just knew that she felt the same way about him. Despite all of his insecurities, and all of the doubts he felt about himself, this was something he was suddenly completely sure of. With that in mind, he slowly opened his mouth and murmured, "I need you. . ." softly, his eyes turning glossy as they threatened to hold back his tears.

Cameron's eyes filled up, but she rapidly blinked to keep from losing composure. She whispered his name, sounding a bit awed by his words as she reached up and gently placed a hand on his cheek. That mere touch was something he'd been longing for for such a long time now, that his eyes automatically closed and he leaned his face closer to her hand, relishing in any closeness with her. Somewhere up above he could see colors and hear explosions ringing in his ears, but he wasn't sure whether they were real fireworks, or just the ones in his head. In any case, he placed both hands on the sides of her face and leaned in, the bill of his hat gently bumping her forehead, and they both laughed softly. Tilting his head a bit more, he leaned in once more, his lips coming in contact with hers, and a strange sweetness filling him up. The gentleness of her mouth made his heart flutter slightly, and he pressed his own lips firmly against hers, almost addicted to the way he needed this, the way he needed her. . . The more he kissed her, the more he began falling downward in the back of his mind, all sense of comprehension vacating him, allowing his heart to completely take over his body.

He snaked an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him and she timidly placed a hand on his chest, running it slowly up to his neck and finally resting under his chin. Letting out a contented, muffled sigh, he merely allowed himself to fall deeper and deeper under her spell, not even sure he ever wanted to come out of this. . . whatever it was. He never knew it was possible to feel so wanted before, to feel as if he actually belonged somewhere. The way she was sliding her fingers gently along his jawbone was driving him crazy, and his eyelids fluttered helplessly.

Ok.. This is REALLY bad of me..
I shudnt be stealing whole pieces n all..
=P
But I REALLY REALLY REALLY Cant Resist! =P
hahaa..

also because these extracts might mean something to a friend.. (Haha!)
like this next one..

"I don't understand why I matter."

"Why should it make any difference why you do? You just. . . do. . ."

"How can you possibly always feel so alone, when you've got people there all the time. . . I don't understand it. And I don't know how anyone could let you come to feel the way you do about yourself, when it's so easy to fall for you. . . Especially when you're staring at them with those puppy dog eyes and that goofy smile. Like the one on your face right now." She slowly smiled, matching the one that kept growing on his face, and she tilted her head to study him. "You just need to learn how to open up your heart more to people, instead of being afraid that you're going to get hurt."

My apologies to the original writer!

Oh Fabes, Dont steal my lines! ;)

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