Last night we had the most epic thunderstorm I have ever seen. It just kept coming, flashing and rolling in constantly. no breaks. the sky was lit up purple, blue, white. Black clouds and anger. I opened my window to hear it better, with my soft blue blanket wrapped around me, like a child fascinated by nature (for that, at heart, I am), and I could feel the rain and electricity on my skin. The airs on my arms and on the back of my neck stood up on end, as I gazed open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the beauty in front of me.
It just sucked so much that I hadn't been able to go and stay the night at his.
During the day, he told me he had a free house all night, and if I wanted to come over. Unfortunately, we couldn't think of an excuse to get past my mum for overnight, so instead, I visited in the afternoon.
But a few hours after I got home and noticed I had a hickey on my LIP (goddamit boy, why do you do this to me? And it keeps getting darker!) was when the storm first rolled in at about 7:30 pm.
All I could think of was what could have happened if I did stay the night.
We have always talked about a night road trip type thing, where we just get in the car and drive. Anywhere. Though cities, the motorway, the middle of nowhere, we don't care, we just like being together in the car with the music way too fricking loud. Now imagine doing that with the one you love but in a storm.
It just seems like heaven to me. So dangerous and daring and stupid but SO COOL.
Now think about what would happen if you didn't go out in the car. Lying on their bed, the curtains open, the lights off, wrapped in each other's arms as you watch it together. Feeling the electricity on each other's skin, when you kiss, when they glide their hands absentmindedly on your arms, legs, back, wherever (good lord it feels like heaven). Hearing them gasp in delight and horror each time lightning flashes across the sky. Counting between flashes and thunder to see how far away it is.
Imagine falling asleep in their arms, or at least trying to, but the two of you giving up and going downstairs to get a drink, except it just results in the two of you either talking for far too long, or slow dancing. Or both. Both is good.
Imagine waking up the next morning in their arms, when the storm has gone, the rain has settled, and the sky is as clear as you wish your skin was. Imagine the first thing you see is their adorable sleepy face.
Imagine slowly getting ready with them, mocking each other, toothbrush fights, kisses whenever you pass each other.
Imagine.
