Haven (Paul Lahote Fanfiction)

L'amour

Paul pulled his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds a slow song played out. He got up and so I sat up, naturally. "Can i have this dance?" He asked like I was a princess and he a prince. I gave him my hand and allowed him to pull me up off the ground. He locked my hand in his and his other arm was placed low on my waist. I put my free arm around his shoulder and we swayed to the music, leaves in a gentle breeze.

Soon the distance between us vanished. My body was crushed to his, both my arms around his neck and his hands on my waist. My temple was pressed to his jaw and i could feel his breath in my hair. "I like stargazing with you, Paul" I whispered. My heart picking up its pace. "I like being with you" It had started raining heavily and i would have predicted that if only i was aware of my surroundings. Paul made me seem to forget everything. When i was with him, it was just him. Even when i was not with him, he would still be with me, in my thoughts and dreams. I would feel his heat lingering on my skin and his face a clear photograph in my head. "I like you, Al. More than you would know. I love holding your hand. I love listening to your delicious accent. I love it when you laugh or close your eyes when I roll the windows down. I love how you never carry a jacket thinking you will not get cold, but eventually you do. I love how you never tie your laces. I love how you take all the onions out from your food." He pulled back to look at me, his eyes smoldering with intensity. "I love how deeply you think about everything. I love how you glare at some people and offer the kindest smile to others. I love how independent and strong you are. I love how beautiful you are and I love that you are fond of me." He gave me a small smile; his eyes never left my face. I was speechless. Stunned. How could someone know so much about me without me even saying anything. I could not respond. I did not have words to describe the delight boiling in my blood.

I looked back at him with all my love and his grip on my waist tightened. His incredible heat was keeping me warm, despite the cold pouring water. His black hair was soaked and stuck to his forehead, drops trickling down his fine face. He looked me in the eyes, his hand brushed back my hair and then lingered there, thumb trailing down my cheek before he pulled my lips to his and bent down to present me with the faintest whisper of a kiss. Slowly, but there was to much passion. He pulled back, checking for doubt in my eyes and finding non. Then his lips crushed against mine in a way that made me sure he was not from this world. His teeth lightly grazed against my lips. When he kissed me, i knew that this is where I belong, in his hold, forever. His hands travelled along the curve of my waist and hips. My own hands wandered over his back and chest. The feel of his warm breath on my cheek was killing me. Paul was radiating so much heat, I was sure he was smoking. The warmth was slowly and steadily penetrating my skin and crawling into my heart. I loved him. I loved him with all I was.

If Paul had not wanted to see the stars in the sky's embrace, I would not be here, in his grasp.