Waiting, Waiting

Jul 14, '08 5:21 AM for everyone

Waiting waiting
You got me waiting
Clock turns back, listen to the beat of my heart
Every second seems to chain me baby
Listen to the beat of my heart
Oh my God I know you hear me
Won't you listen to the beat of my heart
Don't care what you say (2x)

Every time I lose my senses
Every time you seem to want me more
Oh take the best of me, but give me what I need

waiting waiting
kane

They had walked for a while, silent, just enjoying the wonderful day. He would look back at her intermittently, noticing how the sun dappled her hair. The wind would blow slightly warm, and every once in a while he could catch a whiff of her perfume. Even that made him hard..

She stopped abruptly, asking him to hold up. It alarmed him for a second, not knowing why. He turned around seeing her squatted down, cupping a frog in her hand smiling up at him. Always the simple little things with her. Seemed that she had almost stepped on the little guy, and she was putting him out of harms way. He laughed, and told her that she would end up with warts. She grinned, telling him nope, she was just looking for her prince.

How he wanted to be her prince he had thought. The old saying you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince came to mind. What of finding your princess?

What of finding that one special someone that you could talk to without arguing, knowing that they listen to you as well as hear. Someone you could argue with, knowing that there would be no heated conversation regardless of what the topic of discussion was. Their conversation was always those thought provoking ones that made her cock her head to one side and furrow her brow. She would think on things first, making him think he was one up on her in the debate, and then hit him with something that would completely blind side him. That’s what he loved about her. She didn’t care if she was right or wrong, she just loved the debate. She would concede when she thought she was wrong, but get that look in her eye of “I just let you win”. He knew. He knew how she was by now, and he knew that she let him win at times.

He guessed they got along, because they never argued about the domestics of things. At home, it was how much money was being spent, how much was needed, credit card bills, rent, car payments, clothes, etc...she did love her parties, and loved throwing them. He hated the parties. It was always her friends, and their husbands, never having anything in common with him. He came from a different background than what she was raised in, and when these things were going on, it showed. It wasn’t that he was insecure, it was just that he had nothing in common with her friends , or they him. Oh, they were nice to him, in that puppy dog that needs to be taken out to pee kind of way. They tolerated him, and he knew it. He would sometimes make his excuses, he’d left paper work at the office he really needed to go get, and leave for a while, going down to the local pub for a beer. He would stay till he thought the last one had left, and go home. It was on one of those times, that he’d taken a cab, leaving his car in the parking lot and going home. That’s when he had caught her in the arms of a friend of hers.

She hadn’t expected him to come home in a cab, listening for the car instead. When he came in the living room and found them, it wasn’t a very pretty scene for anyone. Apparently, it had been going on for a while, and he had been none the wiser of it. Did the guys wife know? Of course not. She had went home early to tend to the children as the baby sitter had to leave early. He had found out later that the guy would intentionally pay the baby sitter extra to say she had to leave in order for his wife to go home. And of course, he was already leaving the parties early just to get away, never knowing that he had played into their hands. Things went really cold after that. He came home, did his husbandly thing. She would do her wifely duty. He would leave early even before the party would start now, choosing to go to stay at a friends house, or the office overnight. There were times that he would go down to the pub, and play, picking up some nice girl to be with for the night. They always seemed to go for the singer he thought amused.

Life had been that way for a while, keeping up appearances for the sake of their friends and family that didn’t know. Until he had met her...and she changed everything for him. She gave him a reason to get up in the morning, and go to sleep at night. He thought about her during the day, and dreamed of her in the still of the darkness. She was his muse, his reason to live. And up until today, he had never tried to kiss her.

Strange their relationship was he thought. Friends for sure, and they talked often, kidding with one another of finding someone to be with. Each of them, in search of someone, having each other already, and then having the separate life they had at home. He would ask her had she been out on a date lately...she would say to him that she needed to find him a girl friend. How strange it really was that the unspoken of it all was, they both wanted each other, but was afraid to admit it. They both were afraid to tell each other how they felt, her not wanting to overstep anything, him not wanting to push her or overstep his bounds. So for months, they remained in limbo, both wondering what the other felt. It seemed a waiting game with them, and he was the one to finally crack. He couldn’t wait any longer, she had gotten the best of him. He knew she had a stubborn streak a mile long and so did he, but he had to know.

They got to the clearing finally, and he laid down the blanket for her, and a small table cloth to put the food on. He brought out the containers of Mongolian Beef, Won Ton soup, rice and the fortune cookies. He left the desert in the basket for later.

She got into her bag she carried, never looking like a purse but more over a duffle bag. She kept digging, until she finally poured out the contents on the blanket, and smiling, produced a bottle of hand sanitizer. He had looked at her totally bemused and asked her about the bottle of gorilla glue she carried. Whaaa?? He didn’t? She had said to him. She explained that no one never knew when they might just need a bottle of glue. He shook his head. That’s the way she was. He kidded with her about having everything but the kitchen sink in that big bag, and she told him that had she been able to fit it, it would have been there.

They ate, and after the containers were all picked up, he produced the cookies asking her what hers said first.. She cracked it open to reveal some proverb. She had asked him what his said.. He opened the sugary cookie up, looked at it and scratched his head. What? She wanted to know. He was lying on his back, her propped up against him. He told her to bend down, that he would whisper it to her...she bent down, and he motioned for her to bend down a little more...

When she did, he raised up and kissed her. She never jerked away, instead, putting her hands on his face and running them through his hair. It was a slow deliberate languid kiss that made him melt into her, pulling her down beside him, and holding her for an eternity. They had kissed for hours it seemed, until he had to go relieve himself, not wanting to be too forward with her, telling her he just had to use the bath room. He found a big tree, and it didn’t take long for him to release all the tension from the day. He could feel with each stroke of his hand, and the tightening of his balls that it wouldn’t take long.
He came back, red faced, and she once again pretended not to know the reason why it took a little longer than usual to go pee.

He had almost forgotten the desert, getting into the basket and producing the berries and whipped cream. She fed them to him, putting the cool whip on his nose, and licking it off. She would feed him a berry, put the whipped cream on his lips and kiss it off. Sure, he had done things like this before, but this time it was special...

It wasn’t until months later that they finally consummated their relationship. He had made excuses once again, work late. He had purchased a small cabin near the lake for the week end, having every thing already there for the night, he had just told her once again to show up, don’t worry about anything. She made her excuses and left wondering what he had planned.

More week ends were to follow, each one of them leaving their mark on his heart. Each time he got to be with her became another time of hard to be able to leave her. He knew he had to, but it didn’t make it any easier on him. She would also come down to the pub when she could, watching him play with the band. She would sneak in, not wanting to bother him as he belted out song after song. It hadn’t mattered, he could tell the moment she walked in, and he sang each one for her, looking in her direction as he did. The band knew of her, his secretary of course, his brother who had disapproved, but accepted his decision and that was it. None of the regulars there at the pub knew, which made it a little hard, seeing how a lot of the groupies he had been with. He would brush them all off, with a look of sadness on their faces, and go over to her table.

He knew in his heart that this had to be the way it was. He hated coming home anymore, and on occasion drank more than normal. It wasn’t like his wife ever noticed anything with him anyway at that point. Business trips were business trips for both of them anymore, neither one willing to pull out the divorce card.

He had found this place on the beach a month ago for her. It was hours away where either one of them lived, which made it a good choice. He had decided to lease it for a year, that way if she just wanted to get out away from it all, she would have someplace to go. He wanted to let her know that this was her place of refuge, much like her arms were his. It was more than worth it to see the look on her face when he pulled up, got her out of the car and removed the blindfold from her eyes. That night they made love on the little stretch of beach under the full moon. This was the second time he’d got to be here with her and as always, he knew that she was going to make tonight special for him...

She thought she had heard a noise, raised up, but nothing out of the ordinary again. The valarian she had taken had took affect quicker than normal due to her drinking wine with it. She dreamed that he had come in, hearing his footsteps on the wooden floor. She could hear him place his guitar in its’ usual corner of the living room. She waited, anticipating him slipping out of his clothes and coming to lie down under the light blanket with her. The candles flickered and sputtered out, the music dying down again into nothingness. The only sounds were from the distant rolling of the waves...she lay there, waiting...

He lay on the couch, tired, worn out from the trip, dozing off. The couch was so comfortable, more than the car seat had been on the way over there...he had meant to just lie there for just a few minutes, just to relax and make this head ache go away, but he slept soundly now. And sometime in the night, he dreamed of her getting up out of bed. He heard her soft footsteps on the floor, and he waited for her to come and find him