"Beth." It's just a whisper, the barest hint of sound. For one thing, he doesn't want to disturb Junior if she is going to fall asleep. And for another, it's his single favorite syllable ever. He's used her name as song and prayer, as story and salvation. It's brought him strength when he's faltered and hope when there shouldn't have been any. Right now he simple revels in the sound of her name, the way it accompanies the feel of her arms around his neck.
"Beth." She's like a whole book: every bit of her a page, a paragraph, a segment of story and he never, ever wants to let her go. The phrase you mean the world to me hardly does her justice. This whole thing -- this move, this opportunity -- is something she and Junior deserve and in the back of his mind, he admits it might even be something he deserves: he's been good, if behavior needs to be qualified that way. "I love the hell out of you, ma'am. There's no one I'd rather be anywhere with. Anywhere in the whole damn universe."
Maybe they ought to take a break from moving things, just for a little bit. There's no rush; no one's waiting on Room 8.
"Let's take a few. See how soft that bed is." It's not an overt come-on: it's just time for a rest. "And then we can think about moving more shit in here." Her skin is soft; she smells like wild honey, orange, strawberries.
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Date: 2006-12-23 07:30 am (UTC)"Beth." She's like a whole book: every bit of her a page, a paragraph, a segment of story and he never, ever wants to let her go. The phrase you mean the world to me hardly does her justice. This whole thing -- this move, this opportunity -- is something she and Junior deserve and in the back of his mind, he admits it might even be something he deserves: he's been good, if behavior needs to be qualified that way. "I love the hell out of you, ma'am. There's no one I'd rather be anywhere with. Anywhere in the whole damn universe."
Maybe they ought to take a break from moving things, just for a little bit. There's no rush; no one's waiting on Room 8.
"Let's take a few. See how soft that bed is." It's not an overt come-on: it's just time for a rest. "And then we can think about moving more shit in here." Her skin is soft; she smells like wild honey, orange, strawberries.