Like a newborn.

Hello, This is a short little thing, only 800 words long made to get a stupid plot bunny out of my head. I love the though of two lovers kissing (not making out!) in fire. So I came up with this.

This is a direct result of Listening to Newborn by elbow, so if you have that, I'd advice you to listen to it as you read. If you don't, then it doesn't matter. It's just a serving suggestion.

These are the lyrics for what it's worth.

Scream in the night/Kick and skrike/Like a newborn/Holding me shaking/Awake in the dark/All of these promises/Kept and unbroken/Tracing the scars/Tracing the scars/Even and cold/As we both become older./Your arms bound about me/The hush in your voice./The warmth of your fingers/Entwined around mine/In the eve of our lives/Never a choice./

Please R and R this little bit. Have a nice day!

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He ran his fingers over her body, over the rough clothes feeling her breath in her ear. Eyes closes, lips gently touching as he ran his fingers down the side of her body, ungracefully pulling off the t-shirt. The girl grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off by the buttons. As she enveloped him with her soft lips he realised that she was crying. Not tears of sadness, but tears of joy and relief as she bit his bottom lip gently.

The fire was over them now, even as the crowd outside shouted and sneered, telling her to leave him, telling her to stop it and go back to her life. But she couldn't. She played with his curly hair; wrapping it around her fingers as she watched the dark and the light submerge in her eyelids. She held him near her as she held his face, her fingers tracing the scars, her heart bleeding with dread of the slowly creeping fire.

He felt the heat of the fire and the heat of her heart beating against his, lips ever exploring each other, tasting her salty tears on the tip of his tongue as it felt between their lips, lubricating the pieces of flesh as the moved over each other as slowly as the movement of mountains. He felt her forehead on his, he felt her eyelashes against his own, blinking together and rubbing against each other. He held her tight, he held her close, his arms surrounding her like a hopeless shield against the fire.

She threw her arms around him, her kiss ever deepening, all the joy and sadness in the world was hers right now, and as her heart jumped between undying joy and eternal torture, she let her tears fall, her eyes always closed. The sound outside was getting louder and louder, the flames crackling and burning like crazy, getting close. But she couldn't hear them any more. In her nihilistic pleasure all she could hear was their twin heartbeat, his slow, worn out breath, the sound of skin against skin. Her knees were sore from kneeling on the coarse wooden floor, her head ached like the sadness of a jilted lover, her body was boiling, but all she could do was kiss him, love him, and let herself run her hands over his body, tracing the scars. Kissing him was like jumping into the ice-cold sea when the sun was on fire, like fire when all around was ice.

He stroked her hair, soft and silky, like touching velvet, her skin was boiling from the heat, her breath panicky as the flames licked closer and closer to them, but there was no point in stopping. He could feel the moon over them, he could feel death approaching, but as she drew him closer, all fear as replaced with love for her, love for the woman who he loved, and in turn grew to love him, even thought he couldn't be loved. She ran her hands all over his body, soothing him, calming his mind. Her could feel the pulse running down her wrist as they became almost as one. Protecting her from the flame, he would be her fire shield if she wanted him to be, she'd be anything she wanted. This moment made up for the rest of his life.

She drew apart, just for a second, causing his eyes to open in shock. She looked into the true green eyes of the malformed man made from flesh and metal, a cyborg, a half man, half machine hybrid made only to serve his master, made only to be rejected because his master hand not made him truly human. She stared into the scared, twisted face, hideous enough to scare the strongest man. She stared into his face lovingly, his metal hand rubbing her back, his acid green eyes looking wonderingly into her own dusty grey eyes.

A voice outside shouted, 'Come out of there, he'll kill you!'

He looked into her eyes. She looked into his, and with her head on her chest, tears falling from her face; she whispered raggedly 'I'd rather die at your hands than live at theirs.' She kissed him again, lips little more than fleeting over each other's. Her mind was made up. 'I love you,' she whispered into his ear.

He said nothing, but with a gentle embrace they kissed again, far away from everything else, away from the noise, away from the threat, away from the hate, just them and their love remained as the old house burned down to the foundations. There heart was at one, there minds as one, their bodies entwined with their compassion for each other. He held her shaking, away 'til the dawn, their very fingers entwined. As they burned with passion and flame, they knew they were complete. This was their choice.

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The characters I don't have a clue about, but it is kinda a variation on the Frankenstein theme. Actually, there is a story behind these two. The scared Robot thing is called Malcolm, refuse from an experiment and taken home by one of the scientists who was mugged and killed for his wallet. The girl is just the person who found Malcolm wandering around when he left the scientists house and wandered into the wood. I don't know about the rest of the story, but lets just say that She has grungy brown hair and glasses, so she isn't a typical heroin (i.e wonderfully thin and with Raven black hair and a perfect complexion that made her feel self conscious) and the girl also is unpopular because she's no good with people and prefers books. (Only a little stereotypical, but she isn't a Goth, she does try with people, but she's just no good :D)

Thank you for reading my story, please r and r, and you never know, I might get time to R and R yours.