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She couldn't remember why exactly she was in his arms.
Couldn't remember why she was crying, why they were swaying slowly in his living room to a song she couldn't remember where she had heard before or why it was wrong.
But what she could remember was that it was undeniably right and the only thing in the universe that could allow her to forget all the things above.
The things that probably caused the tears.
The things that had brought her to his house at two in the morning.
The things that she could only forget in the strong embrace of the man holding her.
His smell comforting, his voice soothing, murmuring positive words in her ear and promises to keep her safe.
Promises she knew he could keep, only because each time she slipped between his arms the world became whole and right, her world became perfect and immortal in his arms.
Gently they swayed to the music.
Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries
Her tears stopped falling, though his shirt was already soaked through. Rising her head from his chest she looked deep into his eyes seeing concern and love, beyond anything she could imagine.
Heaving heart is full of pain
Oooh, oooh, the aching
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
Their lips met briefly, separating to rest their foreheads against each other, almost trying to communicate telepathically what they felt for each other.
Touch me deep, pure and true
Give to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh
Becoming lost in the instrumental of a song their lips met once again, in a slow passionate embrace, savouring the sensations, the feelings, the shiver that shook them to the core at the touch of skin on skin. They separated to the sound of silence, holding on to one another for hours longer as they settled on the near by couch.
Sam could not remember why she came here or why she cried, knowing only one thing; that this man had the power to make all of it melt into the back ground, for that, and other things she remembered the something else.
She loved him.