Title: Interlude

Rating: PG-13; for mild language and angst moments

Genre: Romance

Summary: Dearest, the letters are not enough.

Notes: Well, I really don’t check up on this site unless I’m reading the next update of ‘Oblivion’ and whatever Agent D will update next, and the occasional werewolf story and angst-filled teenage tale. This is something I wrote up in my emotional periods and when I get emotional, I do get really creative. Not expecting much reviews for this story, though the person I expect a comment to it is Christoffer. It is told from my POV, and for the rest of you sickos who expected a slash (Wait, this isn’t , sorry.) and mindless smut, you’re in the wrong section, and in the wrong site.

It was dark. That’s the first thing you notice is just how dark the place was. The lake was like a black ocean that made you jittery and your nerves on haywire because of how deep and dark it looked and you get that feeling that something was going to burst out of the water and snatch your squealing form in its jaws before plunging back into the cold abyss.

Symbolism is used a lot in dreams, and it was things that made me wonder because most of my dreams have amounted to me running away from something or running towards it, or almost being killed and hunted down by someone or something. This dream was a relief because I was truly looking for someone, yet I kept at a distance from the lapping waves. And yet I saw you on the other side, your dark form rising from the cliff like a god among gods. You saw me, removed your leather coat, and plunged into the water without even thinking of being engulfed by that random sea monster.

You swam across the world for me, and since you live across the world from me, everything seemed to fit. The dark waves lapped at your body as though threatening to suck you in and so many times did I want to plunge in and swim towards you, but the darkness of the water held me back. I had a phobia for dark, dark water. I was afraid that I would drown, since I wasn’t a good swimmer and that something would get me and pull me under and I would never be able to get back up to the surface. So I waited anxiously from the shore as you churned the water around you into foam, your face twisted in snarling determination as you beat back the waves, long hair a halo of violence that bobbed back and forth in the water like plastic.

When you were close enough, I felt my fear diminish and my legs moved without my permission and I ended up thrashing in the water towards you. You were so close I can even smell you, a scent that smelled of leather, water, and cologne. Of course I had no idea if you even wore cologne or if that was even your smell. But this dream felt so realistic it could not have been ignored. We were close to the shore by then, our feet touching solid ground and the water no longer felt so dark and black; it was now a shimmering blue and the moon was a pale circle in the sky. You gripped tightly to me as though you were afraid that I was going to be swept away. Then you started to hug me and whisper in my ear and press me so tightly to your body once more that we were almost fused together. Then you pulled away and there was moisture in your gray eyes and almost with slow delicacy and timidness, you leaned down a little and kissed me.

It was so unexpected that it took a while for me to realize this before I ended up falling in with the motion. This seemed to make you less nervous, for you went along and pulled me to you once again and I felt your arms wrap around my middle while I wrapped my arms around your neck. I felt glad that we were in the water and rather weightless. It would have been almost impossible for me to have wrapped my arms around your neck unless you squatted down a little or I stood up on tiptoe. There were these loud, smacking noises from our lips, and yours tasted rather soft and sweet and salty from the water. I pulled back, looked at you eye to eye, and you cracked a smile and whispered my real name, not my pen name, but my own born name. Your voice sounded just like I reckoned it would, deep and Scandinavian-accented. I only smiled and said your name, took your long hair that went down to your shoulders in wet curls, and put it to one shoulder as I rested my head on the other. I heard you breathe out a sigh before walking to the shore, my hands having to grip even more tightly around his neck as the water no longer supported our weight. I must’ve been lighter than shit anyway for you seemed to have no problem holding me when we were out of the water and down upon the shore.

I realized that this was no lake. This was the ocean, and the moon hadn’t looked prettier. I muttered a realization under my lips, then laughed to myself.

“What is it, luve?” you told me.

“I just realized something. You combine our first initials of our first name together and you get a heart.” I rose my head from his shoulders and was content with sitting on your knee when I lifted my hands and showed you how it was so by combining ‘c’ and ‘c’ to make a heart. You laughed at this. I laughed too.

There was less laughing and less talking and there was more of the fact that we were able to even hold each other that gave us that power of silence. Never had I seen the sky look so pretty. Never had I seen the world so pretty before. I lifted my head while you lowered and our lips met for that one last kiss before I woke up.