Reflections      Reflections

 by Alison

  

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 REFLECTIONS 

 I love to watch him sleep. All that bright, childlike energy burns out,
and like a child, he will suddenly blink at me and give a half smile. 

 "Tired, Frase," he'll say on a whine. "Bed sounds good." Then he'll stand
up and stretch, giving me a tantalising glimpse of long muscles moving
under golden skin. "You comin?" 

 "Soon," I'll say. "You go ahead. I just need to take Dief out for his
last walk." 

 "'Kay," he replies, then leans down and kisses me. "Don't be long, huh?"
he'll say against my lips, then pull away and walk towards the bedroom,
shedding his shirt as he goes, promising me everything without ever having
to say a word. 

 And as Dief and I walk along the city streets, I am able to tell my
companion everything I feel; everything I should be telling Ray. 

 "I'm lucky, Dief," I say, and Dief snorts in reply. He knows, more than
I, just how lucky I really am. He knew Ray and I were made for each other
before either of us realised it; when we were still circling each other,
trying to decide what was happening, Dief knew. 

 "Almost a year," I continue. "Almost a year since he took me into his bed
and still every time I see him it's as if I'm seeing him for the first
time." 

 I look up at the window of our apartment - * our * apartment. The lights
are on, and there is a homely, welcoming glow shining from the window. But
the place could be plunged into darkness and it would still be welcoming
to me, because I know that he is there. The one thing - I believe the only
thing - that is of any consequence to me. 

 By the time I return to the apartment he'll be asleep, sprawled across
the bed, naked and beautiful. He sleeps deeply, does Ray; there's none of
the restlessness which accompanies his waking hours. And when he sleeps,
the tension and aggression leave his expression, and what I am left with,
what only I can look at, is the real nature of Ray; the lines on his face
fade somewhat and his expression becomes vulnerable, open. 

 And then I'll shed my own clothes and climb into bed with him, reaching
out to gather him to me. And like a trusting child he'll come to me;
draping himself around and over me, surrounding me with his heat and his
scent. 

 And after too many years of being alone, after too many years spent
losing everything that matters, I know now that I will never be alone
again, will never lose anything again, because in this man I have found
everything I could ever need. 

 And for that I can only get on my knees and thank whatever power brought
him to me. 

 He'll shuffle against me, closer still, and I'll wrap my arms around him,
holding him tightly against me, keeping him with me. And then, secure in
him, I'll sleep as well. 

 The End 

End Reflections by Alison: Dickon1485@aol.com

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