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winterblanket.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-03-28 09:19 pm
My first fic. :) Enjoy.
Title: Sing Me Sweet
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
winterblanket
Rating: PG (?)
Pairing: DM/EW
Disclaimer: Purely fiction, at least to my knowledge.
A/N: <3 my beta girl,mahyge. This story is based upon the song "Sing Me Sweet" by Matt Nathanson, who happens to be my musical idol. (click here for lyrics) All comments and thoughts are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
It’s 5 AM. We’re undressed but you’re sleeping. The bedroom is completely disheveled. Our exploitations from this night and part of the afternoon have left the room disorderly and chaotic. I’m laying here in your static, your mess, watching you sleep. Your arms across my back fit so well.
I can’t sleep and it’s all your fault. The things you said, the things we did, are dazzling through my mind. I don’t need any new voices. I’m thick enough with superstitions and choices. I acquired a new voice tonight, your voice. Your voice telling me you loved me. I struggled to understand your words as we sat in silence. Austerely I sat in your presence not knowing what to say. I, myself, was battling with my feelings for you at the moment you had spoken. You fell asleep without hearing my words, but I still don’t know what to say. I can’t think with your sleep-heavy breathing sweetening the room. I need to sort my thoughts. I need something. Anything. Just a little bit of something. Or maybe just the way home.
I’ve been searching for something and when you spoke those words to me, I think I might have found it. As I lay here, watching your chest rise and fall in a calming pattern I begin to settle. This is right. This is what I need. Your ‘I love you’ is playing in my head like a delicious song and it’s stuck on repeat. Sing me sweet. Sing me low. Yes, this is how it should be. This is right. Say you’ll never let me go ‘cause I’ve gone long enough waiting for wonderful and this is wonderful. Elijah, sing me sweet. Sing me low. Just say you’ll never let me go. When you wake, I need to ask you. I need to tell you. Won’t you stay and never fail? Never let me go.
I can’t wait until you wake. Your sleeping lips are taunting mine. A soft yet necessary kiss is needed. When I feel my skin upon yours, I know this is right. If I could stay like this in the give of your lips, in the dim half-light dawn, pinned below your undertow when everything meant everything again it would be the way home. This is that little bit of something. Wrapped up in your arms is, maybe, just a way home. Oh, Elijah, sing me low. Say you’ll never let me go because I’ve gone long enough waiting for wonderful. Wonderful doesn’t even begin to describe your voice inside my head. It’s singing me sweet, singing me low. It’s saying you’ll never let me go.
Your body stirs as the dawn cracks across your face. Your eyes widen as they see my face. “Dom…” you begin but I purposefully stop your words with the edge of my finger upon your lips. “So, won’t you stay and never fail? Never let me go.”
Author:
winterblanketRating: PG (?)
Pairing: DM/EW
Disclaimer: Purely fiction, at least to my knowledge.
A/N: <3 my beta girl,
mahyge. This story is based upon the song "Sing Me Sweet" by Matt Nathanson, who happens to be my musical idol. (click here for lyrics) All comments and thoughts are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!It’s 5 AM. We’re undressed but you’re sleeping. The bedroom is completely disheveled. Our exploitations from this night and part of the afternoon have left the room disorderly and chaotic. I’m laying here in your static, your mess, watching you sleep. Your arms across my back fit so well.
I can’t sleep and it’s all your fault. The things you said, the things we did, are dazzling through my mind. I don’t need any new voices. I’m thick enough with superstitions and choices. I acquired a new voice tonight, your voice. Your voice telling me you loved me. I struggled to understand your words as we sat in silence. Austerely I sat in your presence not knowing what to say. I, myself, was battling with my feelings for you at the moment you had spoken. You fell asleep without hearing my words, but I still don’t know what to say. I can’t think with your sleep-heavy breathing sweetening the room. I need to sort my thoughts. I need something. Anything. Just a little bit of something. Or maybe just the way home.
I’ve been searching for something and when you spoke those words to me, I think I might have found it. As I lay here, watching your chest rise and fall in a calming pattern I begin to settle. This is right. This is what I need. Your ‘I love you’ is playing in my head like a delicious song and it’s stuck on repeat. Sing me sweet. Sing me low. Yes, this is how it should be. This is right. Say you’ll never let me go ‘cause I’ve gone long enough waiting for wonderful and this is wonderful. Elijah, sing me sweet. Sing me low. Just say you’ll never let me go. When you wake, I need to ask you. I need to tell you. Won’t you stay and never fail? Never let me go.
I can’t wait until you wake. Your sleeping lips are taunting mine. A soft yet necessary kiss is needed. When I feel my skin upon yours, I know this is right. If I could stay like this in the give of your lips, in the dim half-light dawn, pinned below your undertow when everything meant everything again it would be the way home. This is that little bit of something. Wrapped up in your arms is, maybe, just a way home. Oh, Elijah, sing me low. Say you’ll never let me go because I’ve gone long enough waiting for wonderful. Wonderful doesn’t even begin to describe your voice inside my head. It’s singing me sweet, singing me low. It’s saying you’ll never let me go.
Your body stirs as the dawn cracks across your face. Your eyes widen as they see my face. “Dom…” you begin but I purposefully stop your words with the edge of my finger upon your lips. “So, won’t you stay and never fail? Never let me go.”