AN: Lyrics from Seal's 'Kiss From a Rose'

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.

The ground, wet from the storm, glittered in the morning light, flashed when their footsteps rippled small puddles. Usually, he never really noticed them, never really noticed what the air smelled like after a heavy rain… this morning, he did… last night, her hair had held that tang of fresh rain, and, even now, there was a slight touch of it across her own scent.

Her dress, a soft little blue thing, swirled and whirled around her legs… bare feet splashed water… her heels hung from her fingers, and, every few steps, they clicked against each other… her other hand was in his, a perfect fit of fingers laced perfectly together, of palms pressed tight together and the band of gold was a wonderful presence there.

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

He held open the door, watched her step in, watched her feet pad across expensive stone, leaving wet prints that they'd have to clean up… she pulled him, and he let the door close behind him, a lazy movement that no longer mattered… her hand was strong, tight, unyielding, and he had the feeling that getting out of her grip would be a Hell of a fight.

He leaned against the back of the elevator, watching her stand there, pushing the button, bare feet executing excited little dance steps across the cold tile… he moved his arm, tugged her back and she let herself slide up close, lips grazing his, her hand settling on his side for a moment before moving around, over fabric, to still over his back, and he loved the feel of her fingers spread wide.

She leaned her weight against him and, thankfully, gripped his hand with even more force, fingers tight and digging into the back of his hand… she pressed closer, breasts and belly against his form and, when his hand brushed along her jawbone, she made an exquisite sound in her throat, something that he took in, and enjoyed and craved more of…

His fingertips met her hairline, and ran farther, through curls to cradle the back of her head and he managed to pull her even closer, and he realized, startled, that he seemed to be trying to pull her into himself… nails pricked the back of his hand, and he enjoyed it, savored it as he kissed her harder, unable to fight how much he wanted her with him…

And then she was away from him, dragging him out of the elevator, down the hall…

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby

She let her heels drop to the ground, hand reaching behind her to open the door to his suite and finally managed to push it open… he followed her inside, turning and watching as she closed the door… she brought up her hand, raise it up and studied the way their fingers looked perfectly connected.

Her fingers, paler then his, were slimmer, softer… she traced one of his, traced his tan skin… she pressed her lips to the ring on his finger, and he finally broke… his arm went around her waist, fanned fingertips across her back and he pressed his lips to hers, groaning… for long moments, he just tasted her and, finally, he lifted her up with the one arm, held her close before turning and, in a few steps, let her slide down to the bed.

To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Finally, now, her hand loosened and she pulled her hers from his, pausing for a moment where she was… sitting on the edge of the bed, staring up at him with luminous green eyes, and he watched as her lips curved upwards, curving into a smile as her eyes filled up with hunger…

Leaning forward onto both knees, she sat upwards and her hands came up, pressing against his chest for a moment before gliding up to reach his tie… he just stood and watched her, loving the way her curls moved as her fingers worked at the knot… finally getting it open, she pulled it off him, let it drop to the floor.

When she pulled him down onto the bed by use of his jacket, he let himself follow her movements… pulling him down on top of her, and kissing him, hand holding the back of his head and he braced one hand beside her head, enjoying the desperation he felt in her, felt in the way she touched him.

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

Setting one knee at her side, he kissed her back, and let his hands wander across her breasts and stomach… she reacted and arched up and he groaned when one long leg slid around him, slid up, and then another, and he suddenly found himself pushed onto his back, and there she was, straddling his thighs.

She unbuttoned his shirt, pushed his jacket open and bent over him, her lips grazing his neck, fingernails trailing over his shoulders and chest… he let his hands settle on the back of her thighs, hold her and he, if he wasn't so dazed by her, he'd be doing a lot more right now.

He sat up, let her push the shirt off and onto the bed; she pushed him back with her hands to his shoulders, and then her hands went to his belt, unbuckled it, started tugging, grinning and laughing and, when she tossed the belt away, he chuckled aloud and she let out an annoyed growl of "Stop interrupting the romance, buddy."

He just kissed her, holding her tightly as he let his lips and teeth trail from her mouth to her jaw and then to torment the spot beneath her ear and she reacted, arching up above him… his hands found the zipper of her dress that ran up her back… finally getting it open, he slipped the straps off her shoulders.

He loved her… he loved her… he loved her… He slid a hand around to cradle her head as he finally managed to get her back on her back, tossing the dress off the bed…

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

When he got back to bed, he found her sitting up, sheet tucked around her; when she spotted him, she immediately started motioning him back. Chuckling, he obeyed, watching as she moved the covers back to let him in. As soon as he was close, she grabbed a hold of him, burying up against her husband.

For several moments they were just a flurry of movement, trying to get comfortable and, finally, happily, they settled. It was broad daylight and, in Pine Valley, electricity was being given back to many… right now, the two lay together, warm and completely calm. He breathed in the scent of her, one hand spread across her back.

"I never would have pictured you as a big snuggler," she murmured into his chest; he smiled, brushed a stray curl from her face, and he decided that he liked how well she fit against him when they laid together… perfect fit, in every little, important way.

"Is that a complaint, Mrs. Hart-Slater?"

She shifted and he found two clear, dazzling blue eyes peering at him in amusement. She moved again, scooting up and he found her eye-level with himself. She grinned, a broad smile that made his stomach in a rather unmanly way… not that she had to know that though, right?

"You should know that you kept your promise."

Okay, maybe it was the fact that they'd just worked up enough heat to make a glacier melt but, for some strange reason, he was utterly lost and, somehow, she, inexplicably, saw it in his face; laughing, she reached up, tapped one temple lightly.

"Last year? Remember? You were being all big and manly? Here, let me refresh your memory… 'I'll make you feel like a woman.' Don't tell me you forgot about that?"

He snorted, and would never admit that he loved how she was tapping his temple like that. "Of course I didn't forget that… and I'm glad you didn't."

Hah… he felt a slight glee at the slight brush that crept into her face… and he felt even more glee when she burrowed her face into his chest, mumbling something about not being able to forget stupid lines. So he hadn't been the only to remember that… so, what was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to tell her that moments like that had been plaguing him for months? That he'd thought back on that suggestion with far too much want?

Zach sighed, letting out his breath in a huff against her curls and she shivered against him, and, god, he loved how wonderful that felt… he would be a happy man if he had this forever… he closed his eyes, taking another breath as he thought. Yes… yes, he should… "I remember it… I never stopped thinking about it."

Her mumble, against his chest, was, yet again, perfectly clear… apparently, he always understood her. "I know that."

There was silence but, no, not the kind he'd grown, in the last months, to loathe. She'd swept up into his life, disrupted his ability to stay uncaring… before, he'd never really thought about the silence he was always caught in and, then, she was there and, just like that, that silence suddenly hurt.

This, this silence they lay in now was wonderful, a softness that he enjoyed as much as he loved how she sounded when she laughed at his apparent stupidity… she shifted, rolling in his tight hold, and finally pushing her back against him, sighing quietly like some sated big cat.

And she slept, in his arms, in the middle of the day, and, for the first time in ages, she just slept… no dark dreams, no edges to fall from, nothing to run from or hide from.

And he lay awake, holding her, and, every so often, he let his fingers brush her face or neck, caress her arms, brush curls back… later, they'd worry about Erica… and she'd fret about how to get Greenlee to just make it official and go with her heart and he'd fret about her and what she meant to him.

But, for now, he lay and loved her and loved how she made him feel and loved how right she felt and how right it felt to listen to her heart beat as she slept… and, finally, tucking his head close to hers, he slept also, right where he was supposed to… at her side, in this perfect beautiful silence she'd given him.