The light of the full moon streaming in through the window woke Marit up in the early hours of the morning. Carefully, she disengaged herself from AJ's embrace, then slowly got out of the bed. Slipping on the first article of clothing she found--his shirt, she noticed with detached amusement-she made her way to the staircase and headed down. Silently, she opened the patio door and wandered outside. Stopping to turn on the pool lights, she walked to the water's edge and sat down, dipping her toes in the cool water.
"What are you doing, Marit?" she asked herself. "You don't need this right now. He doesn't need this right now. How many more people have to be hurt?" She drew her knees up to her chin, a lone tear tracing a path down her cheek. Angrily, she brushed it away. She was tired of seeking solace in lachrymal comfort. She felt a pair of arms slip around her, startling her slightly.
"Hey," AJ said. "What are you doing out here?" He knelt down behind her, still holding her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she responded. He rested his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of it before answering.
"You didn't. But I was cold without you," he whispered huskily. "Come back to bed." She turned her head to look at his face.
"AJ," she started.
"Ssssh," he said, placing a finger to her lips. The moon overhead illuminated his face, allowing her to see him clearly. The look in his eyes was unmistakable, and she could feel her body responding as well. Without thinking, she parted her lips slightly, her tongue darting out to brush his finger. His eyes darkened at her action, and he leaned forward, his finger still on her lips and lightly kissed the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes at the contact and her head fall back on his arm. He traced the edge of her lips with his hand, drifting to her chin and jaw line, his feather light touch sending shivers through her body. Rubbing the backs of his fingers along her cheek, he pressed a kiss into her hair. As his hand trailed down her neck, she brought her own up to meet it. Lacing her fingers through his, she held his hand to her chest, opening her eyes to peer into his. Smiling at her gently, he bent his head to kiss her hand where it joined his.
"Sing for me," he said, lifting his head again. She blushed.
"I should be asking you to do that," she said.
"I sing all the time. I want to hear someone else for a change. I want to hear you," he said. She nodded, and closed her eyes before taking a deep breath. Opening them again, she pulled away and turned her body to face him fully, still clasping his hand to her heart. She sat, only a few inches from him, staring directly into his eyes, and began to sing softly.
I walked along an empty shore
My heart was torn, my soul was bruised
This hollow shell that was not me
I stopped and fell unto the earth
And cried out to the dusky sky
When will you set me free?
And you turned to me and said
"Hush, child
There's a miracle in every night
A reason behind every wish
A mystery to every life
And love in every stranger's kiss"
I wandered to the crashing surf
And briefly in the misty haze
I caught a glimpse of might-have-been
I turned my face towards the moon
And cried out to the careless wind
When will you set me free?
And you turned to me and said
"Hush, child
There's faith in every broken dream
A peace in every restless heart
Eternity in every moment
And strength within your soul"
She finished the song, and stood up, tugging on his hand to pull him to his feet.
"Let's go back to bed," she whispered,
before turning around and
leading him back inside.
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