If I had you!
Fandom: Real Person / au / slash / angst / emotional
Characters / Couples: Johnny Weir / Orlando Bloom
Rating: Orange
Disclaimers: This story is homosexual love, if it does not bother to read!
Summary: Sometimes, when you're young, impulsivity can make mistakes.
+ epilogue last episode!
38 ° part
Johnny
-Because I'm going to marry! -
m'imposi With a huge effort to breathe, because ; the words of Orlando I had the breath away. A
persiero flashed in my head for a moment: Maybe he told her just to convince Alan that he could no longer anything against us, that we lived our history in the light of the sun in avanti.Oppure there was all true and I would surely die of happiness.
When he turned to me his beloved eyes, where you could read the surprise in his own words and full of promise, wet with emotion, s'incatenarono mine, so I felt it was sincere and that he himself he was enjoying at that moment the true meaning.
Sometimes I relive those moments with memory and I am convinced that never in my life I'll be happier in that moment, not because I was not but then, something special had happened.
Mille had alternating feelings in my soul: The end of a nightmare that lasted years, the heady feeling that at last he knew everything about me, about how they had really done the facts, as I had always loved from the first moment and I never stopped, leading me to do a thousand crazy things and a million mistakes, stand as close to a being who knew nothing but odio.Si, then I heard no doubt in my heart, that what had prompted Alan to hurt me was nothing but hate, probably because I had rejected, or maybe just suffering from obsessions, and made me such.
When he finally resigned and decided to leave we hugged and stayed so long, clinging to each other. Every so often, between a kiss and the other, whispered to me:-Crazy ... crazy .. 're a fool! - While I was trembling with joy and hugs me.
takes my breath kissing deeply. I was, without doubt, one of my many dreams in pink, those who for so long I did, when the pain of his absence became more acute than ever.
Much later, fed up with kisses, we looked at:
-Let's get married tomorrow! .. There is a flight to London early tomorrow morning! "Exclaimed Orlando clutching tight to his chest, because he realized that I was in standing only because I was leaning against him, my legs would not catch me out.
I lifted my face toward him trying, with the modest wish that I had left of him back in the reality-Love we can not
..--You must not be afraid to live all this openly! ..- I said smiling sweetly.
had clearly misunderstood what I was going to dirgli. No, wait .. love ..! is not what I meant! ... your movie! ... You have to finish it! .. We can not yet ....! A shadow of disappointment in his eyes went deep and shiny.
-Oh ... Yes it's true !.... there to finish the film! ... Have you seen what he is capable of doing the scent of your skin to my poor neurons? ... -
nodding as she smiled at his words occurred to them both the same thing at the same instant:-La Tourne!-Grid in coro.Mi I was reminded his film and not on tour I would have to undertake with the company of my ballet.
The next morning we were both on a plane that would take us to Canada, where they awaited Orlando to shoot the final scenes of the film, I would have had to return the next week to prepare for the tour, which lasted four months unfortunately, but Orlando m'aveva assured that just finished with the movie would follow me in the head in the world.
Epilogue
So it was, and six months after we were married in England. It was a
very intimate ceremony, the two of us and the witnesses, both childhood friends of Orlando.
went on a wonderful trip in the Caribbean, Orlando knew those places were full of memories for him, avendoci filmed the trilogy of Pirates of the Caribbean.
At our return to New Jork, however, we could not stop us leaving for our beloved country cottage. The Caribbean
were fabulous, incredible, but where we find our truest intimacy was there, in the midst of Mortagne, in front of our fireplace, which had seen us our first kiss and the first time we made love .
I still have his face in front of me, desire and disbelief that transpired from his eyes, still feel the touch of his fingers were trembling ceaselessly vibrate my body, getting chills that shook me profondamente.Il gave me pleasure was almost unbearable and his voice, and gentle whispering, telling me that I was finally and completely his and that he was feeling was so incredible, especially unexpected.
knew that return to the chalet was almost like starting from where our love affair was born, our greatest desire was to completely erase all the vicissitudes that we faced when we were back in New Jork, as if the whiteness of the snow that surrounded us he could, almost like a ritual, to purify our memories, our lives.
As if nature had been listening to our feelings, that night there was a snowfall eccezionale.Rimanemmo long with its nose to the window to watch the flakes fall, almost as if we were hypnotized.
Orlando suddenly started, looked at me with a strange expression, he opened his mouth as if to want to say something, his eyes gleamed in semioscurità.Non I had never looked so beautiful. Instead of talking
I kissed her hair.
went to take our jackets they wear in total silenzio.Non felt the need for words at that time.
Our thoughts were like breaths.
grabbed my hand and led me out into the snow. With your fingers interlaced
stay for a while with his face to conceal, making the face by stroking soft flakes.
we looked at renewing the promises and embraced returned home.
END
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