Late Nights
She was about to fall asleep when she felt something begin to poke at her side. She tried to ignore it, but when it persisted past the point of being funny, she groaned and rolled over, tucking her head underneath his arm.
“Go to sleep.” she mumbled sleepily, feeling him sigh against her body.
“I can’t, my mind won’t stop whirling.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Well shut it up, my mind just wants to sleep.” she responded, tangling their limbs closer together. She loved feeling his body against hers, knowing she was trapped between his arms and legs, unable to escape without waking him up. He would always be able to protect her like this.
He shook his head in response, pulling away from beside you and getting out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked, sitting up tiredly, watching as her husband stumbled over to the speakers, turning on the iPod. He ignored her, scrolling through the different songs before settling on one, pressing play. He turned down the stereo, smiling over at her.
His hazel eyes glinted in the moonlight that was streaming through the window. His curls were messed up ruggedly on his head, bags were present under his eyes. His smile was crooked as he took her in, looking at her with so much adoration, she could almost see the smile on her face. He looked tired but he was still so…so alive. He was amazing.
“Dance with me?” the Australian accent fell from his lips as he took in his wife. It was 2am but he wanted to dance with her.
She climbed out of bed, not a word spoken, as she made her way over to him carefully, tiptoeing in time to the slow song playing on the stereo.
He watched her as she walked sleepily over. He felt slightly guilty as he watched her body walk over. She was obviously exhausted, but all he wanted was to feel her body pressed against his as he led her in a dance. Her long brown hair fell past her shoulders, a tangle of waves. Her brown eyes glinted slightly with sleep and the streetlights from the city outside. She was his everything and he wanted her to know it.
“But I can’t help falling in love with you…” the familiar tune played through the speakers as he held his hand out for her, his lips moving faintly to the tune.
She took his hand, allowing herself be pulled into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her neck, resting his forehead on her head, swaying gently to the music.
He sang the words to the song in her ear, as they swayed sleepily to the beat. It was something she’d always wanted to do - slow dance at 2am, when anyone could watch through the window.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, watching out the window as the song changed on the stereo to another slow song. She watched as cars sped past in the city all heading to some place. She saw the buses weave through the traffic, carrying people all heading in the same direction. She wondered how many would glance up into the window and see her dancing with him in the window.
“We’re going down, and you know that we’re doomed. My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.” she heard him whisper along to the lyrics in her ear.
They stood like that, song after song, lyric after lyric, melody after melody, just swaying. They were content.
Eventually she could feel her eyes begin to close, her head beginning to loll against his shoulder. He gently led her over to the bed, lying her down under the covers and pulling them over her, before climbing in gently next to her.
“Thank you.” he whispered, as her eyes fell closed. “I love you.”
He pulled her into his chest, her head resting against him, their limbs all entangled again. As he closed his own eyes, the last song played on his playlist.
“And how am I supposed to live without you?”
This was originally posted on my old writing blog which is now private
