You are strong, sturdy, safe.
But there's no give.
There's never any "It's 2am and we are still awake. Let's go to IHop to shove pancakes down out faces and sing Sweet Caroline at the top of our voices, because no one is there but us and the waiters(more) and the waiters are busy laughing their asses off."
Not that you would be awake at 2am anyway. You go to bed precisely at 10, and you wake up exactly 8 hours later. Everything has a time with you. Nothing can be out of place or time. Everything is exact, and that's they way it should be.
That's not the best way, though. The best way is to have to fly by the seat of your pants sometimes. Be creative. Do something crazy. Random. That's what really gets my blood moving, what really makes me feel alive.
But that's is not your way. Everything in its place, everything going in order.
How do you live like this? Did you know that I sneak out? Do you even know when I leave? I would wake up, search around the house, and finding you gone would worry and wonder. But not you. I bet you simply roll over and go back to sleep. You might grumble a bit about having to wake up in the first place.
Do you know where all of this is going? I'm leaving. I'm not going to be around anymore. It is time for me to find a different home. Someplace with more give. Someplace more flexible. This scheduled life that you live is no place for me. I will miss you. You'll miss me every time your scheduled time for me arrives. I'm not going to ask if you will miss me any other time. You won't.(less)
The sudden drop in temperature on top of the unexpected snowstorm freezes the surface of the parking lot so much so it resembles the old pond she used to skate on when she was a kid.
She steps gingerly, careful not to slip as she walks to her snow-covere(more)d car parked near a small grove of icy trees next to the bar. She lets out a small gasp when she opens the door and a small avalanche slides from the roof of her car into her Uggs.
He'd slipped out the side door about five minutes before she did but the snow had started up again and was falling so fast there was no trace of footprints anywhere.
She quickly closes the car door against the rest of the world, a cold cocoon their only haven.
Her body visibly shivers from the combination of snow in her boots and cold leather against her denim covered perfect ass, a situation quickly resolved when he reaches for her, pulling her over the armrest between the two front seats onto the warmth of his lap.
She opens her mouth to say something but his mouth crushes down on hers, his hands in her hair pulling her closer. He tasted of beer, tobacco and what she imagined manna from Heaven would taste like.
Circumstance and obligation kept them from each other more often than not but the slightest hint of possibility would have her out the door at a moments notice. And like the post office*, neither rain nor snow could stop her.
Cursing the barrier between the two front seats he mumbled something against the softness of her neck and she climbed into the back, glad she had the foresight to bring along her cape to blanket them against the storm.(less)