Strong

Her hands are on my hips and her lips are on my neck, brushing lightly over and over again. Her nails dig into my shoulders and she's tearing off my skin, like she's anchoring herself into reality. To stay clear-minded. To become level-headed. To remain herself.

It does not work for me.

I get lost in the sea of kisses she gives me, all on my neck, my cheeks, and the corner of my lips. But never my lips. A tease, she is. She is the devil disguised as an angel. So cleverly disguised that she has forgotten that she is a demon. She believes in her angelic smile, her bright eyes, and beautiful laugh.

I have not forgotten.

Her eyes are black in this light, in this darkness that surrounds us. She looks so lost and scared and confused and I wonder if I look the same to her. Maybe. Maybe not. Because she looks at me with so much conviction that when I look at her I can't help but feel the need to be strong.

I am not that strong.

I ask her to kiss me again and she places her hands on my cheeks and rests her forehead against mine. The action is quick and yet I almost forget to breathe. I hear her sigh and she tells me to leave.

Why is she letting me go?

Blue Skies and Tasteless Waters

A/N: Hi there! Long time no see.

First and foremost I'd like to apologize to the people who read this... compilation. [It really isn't a blog... I suppose. It's more of a collection of my stories]. Second, I don't think I'd be writing frequently anymore unless, like, it's summer or something... which is just a month away.

Also, this is just some short, sweet little drabble I've concocted during my three-hour Botany class [where my professor isn't really a professor, just some nurse the school picked up].

Anyway, enough talk. On to the drabble! .-.

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“Why is the sky blue?”

I raise my hand, reaching for one of the cotton-candy clouds floating above our heads. The shade of the tree does well to block the sun out of our faces, brightness glimmering through windows between the leaves.

“What?”

I sigh and repeat the question. “Why is the sky blue?” She shifts from her current position, rolling over to lay beside me. She wraps her arm around my waist, giving a light peck on my cheek.

“How should I know?” she says, her mouth opening up as a yawn threatens to spill out.

“Of course you don’t,” I reply teasingly, rolling as well to face her.

“Oh yeah?” Her eyes move to squint at me, her mouth forming a small pout. I bite my lip to stop a laugh, yet a soft giggle still escapes me. I can tell she’s thinking of a question similar to mine and, by the way she’s pouting, she’s having a hard time.

“Why is water tasteless?” I say. She lets out a high squeak and I laugh.

“You stole my question!”

I kiss her forehead, another soft chuckle escaping my throat. She’s so cute. I feel her hand turn into a fist, crumpling my shirt in the process. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath in.

“I have a question for you,” she says, and the innocence in her voice elicits a smile to form on my lips.

“Okay. What is it?”

And her voice comes out in a whisper that I almost don’t hear, the spell of sleep thick in her voice as she says, “Why do you love me?”

The question catches me off guard. I pull her closer, burying my face in her strawberry-scented hair. The words I say come out in a whisper as well, “The same reason why the sky is blue and water is tasteless.”

“Why?” She yawns. I feel her hot breath tickle my skin.

“Because God made it so.”