Sea and Sky:
Well Met By Moonlight
Archive: If you ask
Warning: Rated 15 (sorry, not sure of the U.S. equivalent rating) m/m slash implied but nothing explicit.
Disclaimer: These characters donít belong to me. No permission was given to use them. Naughty I.
Nightwing and Tempest asleep together. Inspired by rithís Sea & Sky stories, the Sade song quoted at the start and finish, and a drawing Iíve done for rith (itíll be on itís way to you soon, rith. Promise)
Quietly while you were sleeping
(Sade, The Sweetest Gift)
Dick and Garth sleeping in the bed they share. Naked. A warm summer breeze blows through the partially opening window, caressing their skin. The moonlight casts deeps shadows of midnight blue on their bodies and highlights their flesh with an opal glow. Garthís darker skin contrasts against his loverís paler body, but the two colours are compliments to each other. One without the other would be beautiful, but together there is no more pleasing combination. Both with hair as dark as a ravenís wing, but again different. Tight curls and loose waving locks. In the light it seems to shine with an inner light, like a halo hidden by black light. Two angels slumbering together.
Their muscles are as relaxed as they can be. Bodies that are usually full of tension. The impulse to fly, the impulse to fight or to defend. Now they rest. All tension gone for this one moment in time. Here they have nothing to fear from others. No reason to be alert or wary. Here they only have each other and that is enough.
The light falls across the young Atlanteanís back. The curve of his spine is like a soft breaking wave. The muscles of his shoulders shine in the light, a fine sweat fracturing the light and sending it back into the night. His buttocks round and smooth, perfectly muscled, perfect in every way. His head rests on the shoulder of his lover; Dickís arm wrapped protectively round him, caressing his neck, but not holding him tight. It is the gentle touch of two lovers who know that they have nothing to fear from each other.
Garthís head rises and falls slowly with the breathing of his lover. His hand brushes Dickís cheek, feeling the softness of the skin. Unconsciously registering every inch of a jaw line that he already knows by heart. A face that he has kissed and touched and loved many times over now. The face of his partner. His lover. His missing half.
The morning will come all to soon and they will arise. But for the moment they sleep. Sharing dreams, sharing the time that they have together. Oblivious to everything in the world but their love for one another. All that exists for them is the other. The sheets on the bed, the pillows, even the breeze that touches them and the moonlight that licks against them could disappear and they wouldnít notice. As long as they are in otherís arms then what could possibly be wrong in the world? How could they ever worry, or fear? In their eyes the sight of the other is enough to keep them going from day to day. And now, in this night time slumber, they do not even need to see each other. Just the touch of one another is enough. The warmth of skin against skin. The smell of sweat and the results of earlier lovemaking. The sound of their breath. These are the things that they keep with them. The little things that others might forget. The way the blood pulsing in their veins can be felt just below the surface of the skin. The way their gentle breathing causes shifts in their muscles as they lie against each other. These are the things that matter. The sweetest gift that either could ever give to the other is themselves.
The bright moonlight breaks the night clouds and floods in through the apartment window illuminating two figures lying as one on the large bed. Arms wrapped about each other, breathing in unison, skin so close it could belong to the same person.
Two angels slumbering together.
(Sade, The Sweetest Gift)