ep: the gift

NEW || The Gift

[AU] When April’s 28th birthday arrives, her roommates get her a very special present. But no one warned poor April she shouldn’t fall in love with the escort hired to deflower her.

[A/N] IMPORTANT: This chapter of the Gift is a gift to my best friend, no.1 fan of “The Gift” and extraordinary human being, Mel Mel (aka MelMel1234 or @astoldbyacertifiedunicorn , GO FIND HER IF YOU ALREADY HAVEN’T) for her 21st birthday which is, in fact, today.

(Mel Mel if you see this first, go to the fanfiction.net page and read it there instead I have a note for you ok?)

Soooo, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL MEL! I love you to death and back, and I am gonna go bury myself under the covers right now and disappear cause I don’t even know if this is good or shit BYE!

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Chapter Four - Private Paradise

Every part of my body felt so full.

Not full of food, as one would expect after all that chicken I had devoured. On the contrary, I couldn’t even feel that.

Instead, everything was so full of emotion. My chest, my throat, my head, my heart, everything just felt overloaded with warmth, and my poor body could only take so much before it would explode. But if this was the way I was going to die, then I held absolutely no complaints.

And also, conjuring all my five senses was him. My sense of sight, with his face and body being all my eyes cared to explore to the tiniest detail. My sense of smell, with his fresh, delicious scent filling my lungs with each breath I took. My sense of touch, with his warm fingers giving me goosebumps every time they accidentally brushed against my skin. Even my sense of hearing, as he was completely out-of-tune humming along to whichever song was playing on the radio, making me hold back a grin.

Come think of it, there was this one sense that he hadn’t quite covered. Yet. And just the prospect of tasting his lips had my mouth fill with unnecessary saliva. Some people might call it drooling. Those people might be right.

Anyway, with every part of me so freaking full, there was really no room left for anything else. Which meant, there was not a single worry in my head.

A major shock. I know.

And so when he stayed quiet for too long during our drive to the beach, I didn’t start obsessing over what I might have done wrong. Instead, I simply asked him what he was thinking.

And when he told me he just had no idea why he –why we- were doing this, since we were never going to see each other again after tomorrow morning anyway and we were only making this harder on ourselves, I didn’t freak out. Instead, I only looked deep into his eyes and mumbled, “How about, for tonight, we stop thinking and just… feel?”

I said that.

And there are no words to describe the way he looked at me afterwards.

I had no idea what was happening to me, but whatever it was I was embracing it with open arms. It was easy for me to say that something like listening to music or reading a book relaxed me, but it wasn’t until that very point that I realized this was, in fact, the first time in my entire life that I was feeling completely and utterly relaxed. Here, in his black SUV, with my eyes fixed on his smile and my heartbeat dancing along to the rhythm of the song.

Free of every worry, I didn’t even think of it twice when the car finally stopped and instead of the promised beach I was met with the view of the night woods. See, after all those horror films Lexie and Reed had made me watch there was one thing I had been sure of. The woods plus nighttime plus a girl in a car plus a stranger minus the sense of self-preservation that I currently was lacking equals a deadly combination that should be avoided at any cost. I was pretty sure he didn’t count as a stranger any longer, though. Anyhow, instead of accusing him of potentially aiming to rape me or murder me –even though I knew he would never. Don’t ask me how, I just… knew it – I only raised my eyebrows and jokingly remarked, “I am either blind or this is not a beach.”

With a chuckle, his hand moved to the window switch and both of our car windows gradually opened in response. “Close your eyes.” He said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

I blinked at him. “What? Why?”

“Just close them.”

A brief thought of a kiss had my breath hitching to my throat, but I still crossed my arms against my chest to keep my heart from breaking its way out -frantically as it was beating- and shut my eyes closed.

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This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning.
—  Raymond Carver, from The Gift