Beautiful Dreamer
Barbdheart
FANDOM: Birds of Prey TV
PAIRING: B/H
RATING: M15+
DISCLAIMER: Birds of Prey borrowed from WB. Not belonging to me, just having a little play.
SUMMARY: Just found a nice poem that made me think... thinking leads to writing, writing means this, just a mushy thing for all those who enjoy mush. It has to plot, no sex, just randomstuff and a poem.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Poetry borrowed from Stephen Foster - Beautiful Dreamer. No beta.
E-MAIL: barbdheart@yahoo.com.au or feedback at barbdheart's LJ @ http://barbdheart.livejournal.com/.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart.
"Sometimes when I wake up... well you know those few seconds before your brain catches up to your body and everything's all warm and heavy? That's when I forget. For those few seconds she's alive, Barbara. I can almost hear her in the kitchen making breakfast for me so I'm not late for school."
Dark sea blue eyes peak through short black bangs to look up at me. A slightly embarrassed smile graces fleshy red lips. Without looking away she continues to speak.
"Then I remember she's gone and I'm alone and it's more likely to be someone stealing my jar of pennies than my mom in the kitchen."
I reach out and touch the top of her head. She leans in side ways for more contact.
A house cat at heart.
I smile.
She's so like her mother.
"You aren't alone Hel, I'm here, I'll always be here for you. You know that."
She smiles at me again. A smile filled with so much sorrow and just the tiniest glimmer of hope.
"I'm glad." She murmurs, resting the side of her head on my stomach. "I'm glad."
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
"This little piggy went to market."
One perfectly manicured nail dips into my belly button and runs up my chest to rest on the underside of my breast.
"This little piggy stayed home."
Another finger tip runs around my belly button and does a jig on my stomach.
"This little piggy had all the roast beef."
The 'little piggy' in question sprints across my stomach and drops to its 'knees' before running back.
"This little piggy had none."
Two nails dig into the skin above my belly button.
"And this little piggy," blue eyes innocently stare straight at me as an evil smile flows easily over her red lips. "cried..."
Three slim fingers walk down my stomach.
"All the way..."
She brushes the flat of her palm between my legs.
"Home."
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
I don't know how she manages to be so completely beautiful with her hair everywhere and her mouth wide open. But she pulls it off.
I should wake her.
I need to be at school in an hour, she has a ten thirty morning shift at the bar and Dinah needs to be woken up.
I really should wake her up.
Or I could just watch her for a few more minutes.
"It's shitting down out there Barb, they're gonna cancel all the buses which means no schools, which means its ok for you to be here right now."
An involuntary jump courses through my body as she speaks. I thought she was asleep.
"Come here." She mumbles and drags me close to her. She's warmer than I am.
I feel her lips rest lightly on my shoulder.
"Freckle," she grins.
I slap her hip lightly and scold. "Is not."
"Is to," she teases me back and digs her teeth into my collar bone.
We lay quietly together. I can hear the plows on the street slowly making paths through the snow for the cars.
"I have to get up," I whisper to her. She simply tightens her arms around me, refusing to give me up before she absolutely has to.
She places a gentle kiss on my neck.
"I love waking up next to you."
She rests her head on my shoulder and smiles down at me.
"I love dreaming of you."
I turn my head and press a kiss to her chin.
"I love you."
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