|Soundtrack to our Stories
Author: cuddlykittens53 PM
An evening with wine and friends turns into a night of passion. One-shot.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 390 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3015474
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Soundtrack to our Stories
It started slow, they moved together with everything else forgotten. Empty wine glasses sat on tables, stained with the droplets of red wine that had remained at their bottoms and stained with the marks of their lovers lips. String instruments and a piano echoed quietly through speakers in the apartment that was emptied of all its guests. The baby was in bed, it was just them, alone and together.
"Shh, shh quiet; the baby."
"We won't wake him."
Lips smashed together going from gentle to fierce with teeth and then back again.
"Only tipsy love..."
One fell backwards onto the bed, letting out a soft 'oomph' when his smaller partner followed him down and landed on his chest. "I think you're the one that's drunk, can't even stand up."
Lips met again not breaking this time until both were so starved for breath they had to pull back or suffocate. The rain splattered the windows, soothing and repetitive. A warm rain. One shirt came off, followed by the other. They landed in the room somewhere, blanketing another object with their slowly retreating hear.
It was cool again.
It didn't stay cool. Each knew what the other wanted, needed. They'd done this enough to know without speaking what each gasp meant and what each muscle twitch was saying.
Soft thunder clapped and the rain was too warm outside and the air conditioning inside not enough and then it was done. Sheets cooled and heartbeats slowed. The thunder rolled away, taking the rain with it until only drops dripping from leaves to the roof remained. The breeze nuzzled against a wind chime and its red, blue and purple glass cut birds kissed each other as they sang their tune.
"That was fun," TJ finally whispered as they lay, listening to the rain drops fall, the wind chime play and string instruments sing.
Gabriel snorted softly. "Understatement of the year."
"You're still drunk."
"So are you."
They smiled and giggled like two little kids, playing a game of fort under the bedsheets. The win glasses from dinner remained where they were, the baby lay curled in its nest of blankets and TJ and Gabe listened to the evening rains go away and the morning come crawling in.