labyrinth2015 | Song Fic 6: The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (Reply)

So, I'm done with Avalanche, You Can's fine romance (fade to white on David and Cook, falling back into Cook's bed, kissing endlessly).

And that done, I was considering tackling the weighty R!genre, which is kind of de rigeur for us slashers, and which so many heavyweights in this fandom do so well and so hotly - Queen of Slash

clionona, I so am looking at you :)!

Of course, the prospect terrifies me, which is rather bizarre, since I'm generally not scared of much IRL, except for bugs, and I have kind of been sexing for almost as long as some of you (e.g.

storylandqueen!) have been alive...

Anyway, I thought I would sort of ease into things with a passionate vignette/love song. Originally written in the third person (his face),

motherendurance persuaded me to recast it in its current form, as follows:

Title: The First Time
Rating: R for implied sexing
Pairing: David/David
Summary: Three-part vignette, of three firsts
Disclaimer: Not-for-profit absolute work of fiction; fair use of any copyright material; no assertions or imputations as to the actual, real-world characters or inclinations of any living individuals intended. Picture the individuals as mere actors in this fic. Will remove this without prejudice if a cease and desist notice is issued.
Note: For Bobbie, who set this up, and who...liked this.

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, reprise

The first time ever I saw your face...

...I saw the sun rise in your deepest eyes, and the moon catch in the hollow of your throat, and your brilliant smile was the endless summer sky above us both.

I met you in the dog days of high summer, amongst teeming multitudes drawn from all over the country. And yet, that day, when I first saw you, somehow I knew that out of the faces of a thousand strangers, a hundred potential stars, it would be yours that held me, that drew me in, that refused to let me go.

And your soaring voice was the gift you gave, to all who heard you, to so many, and to me, oh God, to me.

The first time ever I kissed your mouth...

...And I tasted warm afternoons spent by the lake in high summer, and mornings filled with apple blossoms, and hazy autumn evenings: the taste of your essential self. The taste of my future.

I felt the softness of your lips, the hardness of wanting you, the restraint of holding myself back, waiting for you to be sure of me, and of yourself.

And then you wound your arms around me and kissed me back, your heart beating like a captive bird against my chest, that was there at my command, and I felt my own heart take wing within me and be lost to me forever.

The first time ever I lay with you...

...My heartbeat sped up to meet yours, my breath coming in the gasps that mirrored yours, you breathing all yourself into my mouth and I into yours.

My arms rose to enfold you, my body rose up to meet you, pure and naked in the thick darkness, and my deepest self rose as well, to claim you, to be inside you...

...And I felt my joy would fill the earth and would last until the end of time.

And I remembered, watching you as the lightning of your completion swept over you, and, oh God, over me, the first time ever I saw your face, your face, your face.