CEM: The Moments In Between

Into The New Year

A new year was upon them, the past one full of love and life and promise; this one promised even more. Avi's heart was full and happy. They had stolen away from the world, secluded, locked away in a cabin in the woods, left to their own devices, happy in their solitude.

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Avi sat quietly watching the night wind blow the snow around outside the cabin window reflecting, on yet another of his wildest dreams come true. It had been a great year for him and the band, they made it. The next year promised many great new things, new music, new album, new tour, his own EP to be released at the end of the year or the beginning of the next; it was all coming together. He had already been out to collect more wood and brought it in to dry. The fire was blazing in the hearth it's light casting shadows into the room igniting the highlights in Rayne's hair reflecting in her eyes. There she sat, the girl of his dreams, the love of his life with her notebook in her lap, legs folded beneath her, pen scratching furiously across the pages. Rayne was always writing, always working on something; Avi saw a lot of himself in Rayne when she was writing. 

Writing to her was like music was to him; it seemed to flow from deep within her. He often wondered what she was writing; he never asked. He loved to watch her while she was lost in her pages, her pen scratching away moving to the rhythm of her mind; it was beautiful, mesmerizing. He had loved her once already that morning, and again that afternoon. The blankets and pillows still scattered on the floor in front of the fire were a pleasant reminder of their lovemaking. A soft smile played across Avi's face at the memory of their tender, loving touches. He watched the fire dance in the hearth and remembered the feel of Rayne's fingers gently gracing his body, tracing small symbols and lines upon his skin. 

He loved the way Rayne loved him and held him close, touching, taunting and teasing, the soft and gentle sounds she made as his hands wandered her body; the sounds her touch elicited from him. Avi's eyes wandered to her sitting cross-legged in the love seat before the fire, the light reflecting amber in her hair turning her green eyes a sweet, soft amber-brown his eyes would be near the same in that light too. Avi's love for Rayne swelled and overwhelmed him filling him with warmth and light; no one had ever moved him so completely as she did. Taking him with her on a magical journey across the Earth. 

He watched Rayne sitting there, quietly writing. His memories of the past few days swirled in his mind, taking him back to the rush of joy and happiness he felt as she jumped into his arms when he finally made it to the cabin; there was nothing sweeter than to be so loved and needed. Rayne needed him and he needed her. There wasn't a day that had gone by since he had joined her at the cabin that he didn't love the sight of her, the scent of her, the power of her warmth surrounding him, the light in her laughter, the love in her sleepy smile. He loved waking up in her arms; falling asleep with her in his. 

Rayne sat on the loveseat her legs crossed, wearing his button down. Only one button was buttoned in the center of the shirt leaving most of her exposed to the warmth of the fire. Avi's smile only widened as he watched its light dance across her skin. Avi was moving before he knew he'd gotten to his feet; drawn to her like a month to a flame. Rayne looked up at Avi's approach and he was greeted with the most wondrous expression on her lovely face. 

With a mischievous smile and a soft gleam in his eyes, Avi moved towards Rayne. Avi watched her watch him. His movements were fluid and graceful, his eyes never leaving hers. She returned his smile and a soft pulse of desire raged through him. Her eyes were soft and warm, full of love and life, the firelight cast light and shadows upon her that left him breathless. She set her pen inside her notebook to keep her place and set it aside. Rayne's full attention fell upon him; he could barely handle the power of her gaze.