Your Hand in Mine

The day passed by fast, and everytime I looked in Gabes eyes, everything fit. Everything made sense, and butterflies would fill my stomach. As William said his final goodbyes and walked out the door, Gabe and I stared at each other from across the room. I smiled as a smile broke out on his face. We met somewheres in the middle of the floor and our lips crashed together in ectasy. My fingers tangled in his hair, and his tangled in mine. Our breath quickened, and his hand began to run down my side.

"Gabe." I gasped.

"Yes?" He breathed, his eyes closed, and his lips lingering with mine.

As our lips continued to touch, I lost my breath and could focus on nothing other than my bodys reactions. I moaned as he he began to kiss me again. His strong, skinny, arms wrapped around my waist, and he picked me up, holding me to him as we kissed. And the kiss went further. Our mouthes parting fiercly, enveloping eithers lip, stopped- and his tongue slid in to my mouth, intertwining with mine in a shower of butterflies, tingles, and shakes.

"Finally." He breathed, clutching on to the back of my head, so I couldn't move. Not like I'd want to anyways.

Seconds passed to minutes, minutes passed to hours, and we were curled up in bed, kissing each other until we fell asleep in each others arms. --The way it should be. His arms comforted me- liking the closeness, and fending off all the bad. When I'm with Gabe, nothing can go wrong. Unless I don't listen to him. My sleep didn't last long, but when I awoke, Gabe was still resting, peacefully. I made an extra effort to get out of bed, unknown and carry myself to my room. With a tired yawn, I grabbed my guitar and sat down in the floor, beginning to strum chords until I peiced together a song.

"What are you doing up?" Gabes tired, croaky, voice scared me.

As he came in looking as adorable as ever, running a hand through his hair, I smiled, feeling my heart start beating normally again.

"I woke up."

"Oh. Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked, walking over and sitting down, behind me, resting his head on my back.

So this is how we are currently sitting- I am sitting with my legs criss-crossed, and his is on either sides of mine. His pelvis area is to my ass, and our back and chest are pressed together, and now his arms are wrapped securely around me. [And I can't fight the butterflies and chills he's giving me. Who knew he could ever give me such a blood rush.]

"Because you were asleep, and I didn't want to wake you. You looked so cute and peaceful."

I could feel him smile against my skin.

"I'm glad you're playing again." He told me.

"Me too."

"Have you written anything?" He asked, curiously.

I smiled to myself and nodded, pulling away from him, and positioning myself in front of him. I looked in his eyes as I began to strum my guitar. (AN: Please read the whole song- it was what inspired me to write this story!)


"How does it feel to know you're everything I need
The butterflies in my stomach
They could bring me to my knees
How does it feel to know you're everything I want
I've got a hard time saying this
So I'll sing it in a song

Oh I adore the way you carry yourself
With the grace of a thousand angels overhead
I love the way the galaxy starts to melt
When we become one
When we become one
When we become one
When we become one

How does it feel
How does it feel when we get locked into a stare?
Please don't come looking for me
When I get lost in the mess of your hair
How do you feel when everything you've known
Gets thrown aside
Never fear, my dear, 'cause we have nothing left to hide

Oh I adore the way you carry yourself
With the grace of a thousand angels overhead
I love the way the galaxy starts to melt
Hold on to me, boy
If you feel your grip getting loose
Just know that I'm right next to you
Hold on to me girl
If you feel your grip getting loose
Just know that I won't let you down

Well, I'm ready
Well, I'm ready
I am ready
To run away with you
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
To run away with me

Pack your things we can leave today
Pack your things we can leave today
Say our goodbyes and get on the train
Say goodbye
Just you and I in the sweet unknown
We can just call each other our home

If I had to choose a way to die
It'd be with you
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your face
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face

How does it feel?"

The whole time I played it to him, I never broke my gaze. And nomatter how masculine Gabe came off, tears were nicely flowing down his cheeks. I smiled because I knew those tears were of happiness and love- not pain. He hugged on to me.

"I love you. I love you." He repeated, as he continued to clutch on to me.

"I love you and never forget it."