Library - BMWW

Night. She is in a library. She wandered around the mansion and ended up here. It is huge, she has to admit. She can sense dust and it smells like books. It smells like it should. For the months she's been here after the Watchtower had to be destroyed, she didn't have a chance to visit the place.

She moves quietly, illuminated by the moonlight. She lightly touches the backs of books. She wonders, which of them were in his hands. It is not a surprise for her, that her thoughts drift to him. They've been doing this for a long time.

She reaches for upper shelf. For a book smaller than the other ones, with a simple black cover. It looks old and she can see this is poetry. She opens it on a page, which seems to be read many times. It is a short poem.

When she's about to read the first line, she hears low voice behind her back. It runs from shadows of the shelves. He moved as quiet as always, she couldn't hear him. Still she did not get scared.

Put out my eyes, and I can see you still.

"What are you doing here, Princess?"

Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet.

She shivers. She shivers at his every word since they'd been running from Thanagarians. Since she followed him to the Indian restaurant. Since the kiss.

And without any feet can go to you.

She doesn't speak for a moment, though her mind is screaming his name.

And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.

Her fingers clench on the book as she feels he steps closer. So close. Right behind her. Yet without touching. His warmth emanates at her body. She fights the urge to close the distance.

Break off my arms, I shall take hold of you.

She turns around to see his face inches away from hers. She looks up in his blue eyes. She breathes his scent.

"I think I'm looking for... something." Someone is an unspoken word.

And grasp you with my heart as with a hand.

He leans toward her. His gaze intense as it never was, his orbs glistening in cold light of the moon. She feels her heartbeats quicken. She knows he feels it too. She knows he is aware why it happens.

Arrest my heart, my brain will beat as true.

His hands touch her bare arms. The book falls on a floor. She no longer can think. She no longer can breathe.

And if you set this brain of mine afire.

She doesn't move when he slowly buries his face in her neck. Then in her hair. She almost, almost feels his lips on her ear, on her jaw, on her cheek. However they never touch the skin.

And when after long seconds he draws back and lets go of her arms, her eyes are still wide open. He makes for the darkness and in a minute she's alone. Her veins burn.

Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.

She doesn't sleep that night.