..What If.. -- Club Alien

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What if I'm a weeping willow?

Laughing tears upon my pillow...

What if I'm a socialite

Who wants to be alone?

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The fogginess that had seemed to cloud her thoughts since breaking down in the shower seemed to dissipate into the background the moment that her lips made contact with his. She felt, right then, as if every cell had gained the ability to feel and was humming with the onslaught of sensation. Like the sun breaking through the clouds and giving chase to the rain, so was the effect of that kiss to the little redhead. She was stricken by the sudden clarity of it all, and like an addict, all she wanted was more. She'd been in the darkness for so very long, and this new found warmth was so very good...so very safe.

She hadn't been sure what his reaction would be. Hadn't dared care, in fact. If he had pushed away from her, she wouldn't have known how to cope with that kind of rejection. Her fragile heart might not have been able to handle such a thing. So instead of putting thought behind action, she had simply cut all ties with rationality and allowed herself to operate solely on instinct. There was a terrible and brief moment in time when she thought he might push her away, ask her if she was crazy, tell her the fire between them wasn't worth rekindling. But then, he responded...and all her doubt fell away.

His arms felt so strong, so secure wrapped around her body, pressing her to the muscled plane of his chest. She was taken with awe once more at just how different he felt, with his softness carved now into thick muscle. Her hands stirred, slowly releasing her hold on his shirt. They traveled up, coming to a rest on his stubbled cheeks. The sandpapery texture felt divine beneath her fingertips, sending little shooting sparks of pleasure through her. Had she ever seen him with stubble before? She didn't think so. He had always been cleanly shaved all those years ago...but oh, this look suited him just fine.

She shifted in his lap so that she could press more fully into the kiss, more fully into him. The fact that she was wrapped only in a towel was still the furthest thing from her mind, despite the fact that her movement had caused it to slip even further, now just barely covering her chest. A soft whimper escaped her as she finally let her lips part from his, resting her forehead against his own. Her eyes remained closed, and her breaths were light and quick as she trailed the pad of her thumb across his cheek, coming to rest at the corner of his lips. "You've changed. So much." She whispered, before finally opening her eyes. She pulled back so that she could peer into those icy blue pools, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. "Take me away, Paige. I don't want to think anymore." She told him after a few moments. What she was asking for...well, she knew it was crazy. Knew it wasn't a good idea. But she didn't give a damn. She took his hand in her own smaller one, and guided it very carefully to the rounded swell of her breast. "Please." Her last word was no more than the barest whisper, her chocolate eyes pleading. She didn't remember what it was like to be touched by a gentle hand...the last likely having been the very hands that were currently resting on her now.

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What if I'm a toothless leopard?

What if I'm a sheepless shepherd?

What if I'm an angel

Without wings to take me home?

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