I don’t know if you got my letter. I don’t know if your cheeks got redder. I don’t know if you feel better, but I know that I’m alright. I don’t know if your friends are there. I don’t know if they’d even care. I don’t know if you feel it in the air, but I know that I’m alright. I could be strong for you. I could be wrong for you. I could be anything you’d like. I’m not fine, but I’m alright. I don’t know if you’re crying still. I don’t know if you’ve had your fill. I don’t know yet, but I will, and I know that I’m alright.
The sun was coming up, and our friend was sound asleep But we saw through the window that the water ran so deep That you couldn’t make out the ocean floor Then I saw you in the light I couldn’t take it any more
Give me your hand Give me everything you’ve got And the light from window will fall on us burning hot Just like a torch
The air was humid; I will not forget When we stepped outside, I hear your footsteps Now in my mind, it’s a soft sound Almost imperceptible against the giving ground
Let me kiss your eyelids with my lips Let me feel the heat coming off your fingertips Just like a torch
I saw you so bereft, so pale and weak. When I looked through, You and I declined to speak. I won’t say, Anything I’d tear out my eyes for you, my dear. Anything To see everything that you do. I’d do, Anything I’ll tear out my soul for you, my dear. Oh my dear, Anything To feel everything as you do. I do.
-The answer made Barnes laugh and the sound made something stir inside Clint.
-“I’m going to take that as a personal
challenge then,” he pressed his teeth against James’s neck but
didn’t bite down, earning himself another strangled sounding laugh and a
hand tightening in his hair.
-James shifted against him and Clint
turned his head to press a quick kiss to whatever he could reach (his
nose, as it turned out) before the next laugh hit him.
-“If you fall asleep I won’t be
offended.” Clint felt more than heard James laugh at that, the
chuckle reverberating through his chest where he was pressed against
him and he turned his head to brush his lips against the skin of
James’s neck, not a kiss, but as close to one as he could manage at
-“Anyone ever told you you’re bossy?”
Clint grumbled, still pressed against James’s skin and eliciting a
I think of you often when I’m alone. Spent the evening in my bathrobe, darling. I tried to wash away the thought of you. You’ve been getting under my skin. I didn’t want this to mean nothin’. Did you feel them? Feel the fireworks, off on our own? Did I tell you how I felt them? I think of them often when I get home.