Can't Fight This Feeling || Roger Waters Imagines

- wait for her -

My solemn gaze fell on the hills that swept across the rolling terrain outside my window. In the far distance, the grass swayed to-and-fro– long strands of hay dancing in the wind like a crowd of ballet performers. I raised the mug to my lips and took in a long sip. The tea, soft in its favor, melted over my tongue while the heat omitting from the mug slightly burned my palm. It had been a while since I actually just sat, looking out the window, without any distractions or expectations, frustrations or responsibilities. I loved it. I made sure to be sensitive to all the nice, quiet take-ins of the moment: the warm air, the lingering aroma of baking cookies in the oven, the consistent whirring of the ceiling fan over my head... and I realized that all of these things were nice. That life was nice. That life was nice when I'm not stressed.

As I continued to set my sights on the fully-blossomed trees across the road, I was shaken a bit by the pressure I felt on my side. Someone who hadn't been there before was suddenly right beside me. A modest smile lightened up my face when his arm wrapped around my chest and pulled me tight. His body, something slender and tight, embraced the curvature of my back. He took his fingers and swept the hair covering my neck aside before gently pressing his lips against my neck. I turned to look at him only to be met with the sight of his beaming grin. I'd always loved his smile: it was toothy and wide and took up the majority of his face and made his eyes crease at their corners... and every time he smiled, I fell in love with him all over again.

He pressed himself closer to me, hugging me even tauter than he had before. He rested his head on my shoulder. Then, he softly whispered, "Our bodies fit perfectly together." The lightness of his tone that reverberated in the depths of my ear sent shivers down my spine.

Once again, his lips touched the skin on my neck, only this time with more pressure. He continued to melt into my curves, his weight heavy on my body, all the while still nibbling away at my neck. I let out a slight giggle and reached my hand across his body to grab his jeans at the thigh, gripping it while I cradled my nose into the base of his chest. I then reached both my arms up over his shoulders and hugged him closer. He gradually stopped going at my neck and relaxed into the reciprocated embrace. With my head on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat echoing from within– rhythmic, distant, gently calming down. Together, we enjoyed the warmth of each other's loosened muscles on top of one another. Quiet. Silent. I wasn't sure whether the temperature was heating up or it was just us... either way, we were a couple again at last.

Without moving a single inch, I whispered, "Roger?"

"Yea?" His voice, purring, caused my heartbeat to race.

Pause. "I miss this."

Even though I couldn't see it, I knew he began to smile. It made me smile. Once again, our hearts were aligned in a fashion that has been unfelt for the past year or so. I closed my eyes and sank deeper into his chest. His hand lightly grazed the shirt on my back. Hugging him was like hugging a bear: he was something larger than I was and quite monumental. With my eyes closed, I fell into a slight gaze. His heartbeat guided my rest. Once again, silence.

"Babe?" he whispered.

"Yea?"

Again, a pause. "I don't want this to end."

My face lightened with a smile. "Then don't let it."