The Music Room

Through The Night

We hold each other for the better part of the night, only moving when we need to change positions. We don't speak of anything that has happened, including the past three months, the revolutionary war raging on around us, nor do we speak of the future. In all honesty, we don't speak at all, we are too busy being with each other, and basking in the feeling of being safe and sound. I still fit perfectly, like a parcel within his long, warm arms. He holds me tight by the waist, almost as though he wanted to trap me here, and never let me go. I pull my legs to my chest, and wrap my arms around them; hugging them close. I hate myself in this moment. When he gently rolls me over to face him, I see the concern in his brilliant blue eyes, that reach into the goodness of this boy's soul.
"What's on your mind, love?" he asks me gently. His large hand that can easily kill a man, caresses my cheek. I close my eyes, and lean against his coarse hand. I begin to wonder how I can tell him that he cannot really be real? How do I tell him that he must be dead, or that I am dead as well? Or perhaps, this is all just a very vivid dream, from a memory lost a long time ago. I finally give into the urge...
"I love you Donovan." I say softly, my eyes still closed tightly, unwilling to wake up before I can hear his response. He chuckles a soft, deep laugh that comes from deep within him. His lips press against my forehead oh so gently, that I feel my eyes begin to burn and water.
his lips leave a trail down my nose, to where he just brushed against my mouth. He leans over to my ear, and I feel his hot breath, tickling my neck.
"I love you too Lexington." His words send shivers down my spine, as he kisses my temple, making his way back up to my forehead. I can't help the tears that slip from my eyes as a grin begins to work its way up my face.
Donovan gently wipes away my tears, as he pulls me against him. With no words at all, he lets me know that he will always be here for me. I throw one of my legs over his hip, and slip my arms behind his neck, resting my head on his chest as we hold each other close. Three months of cold beds, and lonely showers has been too much for me to bear. We sit like this for the rest of the night, but eventually I pull my arms in, and turn into a sleeping ball of person. I can hear Donovan chuckle ever so slightly, as he pulls me as close as he possibly can, protecting me throughout the night.