"Late Night Meeting"
Author: Pia Pedersen

Rating PG-15, since it isn't explicit.

Note: Just a little piece I thought I'd share. I hope you enjoy. Feedback
is appreciated.

Disclaimer: Nope. There are no names here, so this is mine. Feel free to
imagine Imzadi, though :)


I slip into bed next to you, being careful to not wake you up, even though
I know that you are probably well aware of my presence – you probably
already knew I was coming here before I knew it myself. You shift in your
sleep, and I notice the way you hug your pillow. It brings a smile to my
face. Funny, how I never noticed it before. It isn't like this is my first
night sharing your bed. Settling in closer to you, I feel you open your
arms, as if on instinct, and bring me as close to you as possible. I smile
as you open your eyes and look at me. Once again, it strikes me how
absolutely beautiful and intense your eyes are. I feel like I'm drowning.

Do you realize how much you make me feel with just a look or a smile?

"Hey," you whisper against my lips, brushing them with yours lightly, and
I feel myself react instantly. But I want more. I need more. "I missed

"Really?" I tease, kissing you. God, it feels good. You feel so good. I
wonder how I lived without this for so long, without you. I haven't found
the answer yet, and I don't think I ever will. Not that it matters –
you're here now. We're here.

"Really." You smile, and I swear I feel those butterflies everyone talks
about. "You know," you say as you draw maddening patterns on my skin that
seems to be suddenly oversensitive. I release a shallow breath, and your
smile develops into a grin. You love every minute of this torture, and I
wonder how I can turn the tables on you.

"What?" I ask, my lips finding that one spot of your neck.

"Mm. Never mind, it was not … mmm … important."

"I didn't think so."

"You're enjoying this way too much."

"I thought that was the point," I shoot back, smiling.

"Oh, it is," you assure me, a gleam in your eye. I've seen your eyes shine
before, but not quite like this, and I feel a rush of anticipation. "But
you're not playing fair."

"Oh, poor you!" I can't resist moving provocatively against you, and I
swallow your surprised gasp as I deepen the kiss.

You're right. I do enjoy this. A lot.

"I wouldn't say that."

You have the most amazing hands, and as I surrender to you, I realize that
I never want you to stop touching me.

"More …" The word rolls off my lips unbidden as you break our kiss. The
emotion in your eyes takes my breath away.

"Much more," you promise letting your eyes run over my body, burning my
skin. "Don't hide," you mumble, "you're beautiful."

People have told me I'm beautiful before, but I never truly believed them.
I'm not sure I do this time either, but it's still nice to hear.

"Touch me."

"Like this?" you ask. "And this?"

How is it that every time you touch me it feels like it is happening for
the very first time?

"Or this?" You're breathing hard, and I move against you, unable to keep
my reactions in check any longer. I can't find the words to answer, right
now I can't find any words at all, but it doesn't matter. I have a feeling
they would just get in the way – and I don't want anything to take away
from the pleasure of this experience, it is much too precious.

I come down slowly, and for a long moment we don't speak. Words just don't
seem sufficient, it's a cliché, but in this moment it seems to be fitting,

"That was …"

"Yes," you agree, "it was." You're silent for a while, and I can't read
your emotions clearly. My own are too chaotic right now.

"What is it?" I ask, a sudden nervousness creeping into my words.

"I love you."

Three words that carry such promise and depth of feeling that for a moment
I can do nothing but look at you, allowing myself to enveloped by the
emotions radiating from you.

"Did you hear me?"

"I did, but I --- I'm …"


"Maybe a little," I admit. It isn't easy, not at all.

"I'll be here," you say. "I'll catch you."

I don't remember ever seeing you this serious, and I reach up to touch
your face. You capture my hand in yours, and I smile. You return it in
silence, and when you kiss me, opening up your heart to me all over again,
I let myself fall.