Post by idiotj on Dec 29, 2006 22:40:02 GMT -5
To Linda
From...
:-/If-- a song fic
He had no idea what do to for her. He had known Charlotte for so long, and loved her with all his heart, but what did he know about her that would make Charlotte give him the ultimate kiss of love?
And if I had a clue I'd know exactly what to do
If I were the wiser of the two
Akbar really didn't have a clue what to do. An emotional relationship over the course of three years had been like a roller coaster, with many ups and downs and loops and corkscrews and hills. But it felt like, at this moment, that the roller coaster continuing on was in a heavy blanket of fog.
And if I saw it all so clear I'd write it down and bend your ear
If I were the clearer of the two
-
We could take a walk into the canyons of 5th Avenue.
Sing and dance, just to name a few
All I do, all I do
Akbar planned the perfect date. He planned it for a month. Charlotte liked nature. Would she like song as well? Akbar would serenade her on her front doorstep as he picked her up. Charlotte's favorite love song was that one from the movie Titanic. Dang, Akbar wouldn't be able to sing that. There was no way that his voice could reach that high. He couldn't even sing that well. What was he thinking? Should he just skip the smoochy love-song with the guitar and just take her out to dinner? Akbar would do anything for Charlotte. Perhaps he should just call her instead, and ask what she'd like to do on the night out.
'No, no. I have to get this right... This one night. I only have this one night to really impress her. What if I just buy her chocolates and bring tons of money and go from there? Yeah, a night in the city and in the park sounds like her.'
The clock chimed 7:00 p.m. Akbar dashed into his hot, red Viper, and made his way to Char's house. As he knocked on the door, he deeply thought to himself about Charlotte.
'And if I heard the angels sing
I'd sing it back to you and bring sound of heaven ringing just for you.
And if I saw the sun fall down
I'd pick it up and make a crown, one that was a perfect fit for you.'
"One that was a perfect fit for you..." Akbar whispered dreamily.
"What?" Char asked.
Akbar popped out of his daydream, realizing Charlotte was standing in front of him with the door open.
"Wha...? Oh, nothing, dear, I was just thinking about your loveliness."
"Well, thanks, but let's go."
Akbar walked to the car and opened the door for his beautiful miss, and walked around to the driver's seat and drove and drove. He had no idea where he was going. Akbar was as nervous as ever while Char was bored in this rad car.
"Akbar, where the hell are we going?"
"Um... it's a surprise, honey."
"Well, hurry up. My stomach's about to implode if it doesn't get some chow NOW."
"Okay, then..." Akbar paced his mind thinking of what to do. "Okay, close your eyes until I say to open them."
"Why?"
"It's part of the surprise. And no peeking."
More thinking and daydreaming overcame Akbar while he drove to a corner store in a shady part of town.
'What to do? What does she want? I'll buy her a delicious apple, and a sweet, little, violet bow to tie in her hair, and then I'll walk her in the moonlight where it will be only us, and only us in the park, and the stars and the moon will be so bright and lucious, and she'll love me. She will love me more than ever before and for sure will kiss me and love me with all of her damn little heart...'
'We could take a walk into the apple orchard by the school.
We could make a little residue...
We could find a place to stay-- a secret little hideaway.
Spend a little time inside of you.'
-
"Dammit, Akbar, how much longer will I have to keep my eyes closed?!" the frustrated Charlottle exclaimed.
"Not much longer! Please don't get mad, darling, I'm sorry."
Peering out of her hands on her face, Char said, "Oh, I'm so sorry love, I'm just so hungry it's driving me mad."
"Well, don't be mad anymore. We're here."
Charlotte took her hands off her eyes, and looked upon what was in front of her. She saw a forest and a lake, with a willow right in the middle of the lake. A canoe wading on the edge of the lake. The moonlight shined onto the calm, still water, and the stars and the moon's reflection on the water was as clear as a mirror.
"Akbar, it's... beautiful," Char awed.
"Really? I mean, because I had no id--"
Good thing he stopped himself there.
"Look, I brought a picnic basket with your favorite foods. And I have marshmellows."
Charlotte grinned.
The couple rode the canoe to the lone willow tree island. Akbar set the food on the ground, and Charlotte grabbed the bag of marshmellows and ripped open the plastic, causing a plethora of the marshmellow pillows to fly out.
"Oops. Want one anyway?" Charlotte said as she offered one to Akbar.
"Sure, baby."
A stern look on her face made Akbar confused. 'Did I say something wrong? But I call her 'baby' all the time. What if she hates me? Does she think I'm weird now? Ugh, this date is terrible!'
"Akbar, do you love me?"
"Of course! I loved you since I met you, Char."
"Then kiss me already."
His heart raced, and as he leaned in closer to her soft, goddess-like body, he was sure that she could hear the beat of his pulsing soul. Her neck felt like rose petals, and the moonlight lit up her cascading, dark chocolate hair. The silence was broken only by the hard breathing of the two lovers. Akbar wrapped his hands around her, and Charlotte ran her fingers through his dark raven hair, and the bond that the passionate kiss formed had never been as strong as this before. Lightning quick, the senses passed on their emotions, and a passion shocked both Akbar and Charlotte. This was truly the ultimate kiss of love. As Akbar opened his eyes unto his maiden, he saw two brown gazing back at him, right into his soul.
There were no words that they had to say to tell each other that they loved each other with their heart, soul, and body. Akbar looked at Charlotte, then observed the willow branches that flowed down like Charlotte's own hair, and then to the moon. On this night, he felt as if the moon herself was sweetly looking upon the two, and Akbar let his daydream overcome himself once more:
'All I do, all I do.
All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on you.
All I do, all I do, all I do, all I do.'
Inspired by the song "If," by Red Hot Chili Peppers, from the album Stadium Arcadium.
From...
:-/If-- a song fic
He had no idea what do to for her. He had known Charlotte for so long, and loved her with all his heart, but what did he know about her that would make Charlotte give him the ultimate kiss of love?
And if I had a clue I'd know exactly what to do
If I were the wiser of the two
Akbar really didn't have a clue what to do. An emotional relationship over the course of three years had been like a roller coaster, with many ups and downs and loops and corkscrews and hills. But it felt like, at this moment, that the roller coaster continuing on was in a heavy blanket of fog.
And if I saw it all so clear I'd write it down and bend your ear
If I were the clearer of the two
-
We could take a walk into the canyons of 5th Avenue.
Sing and dance, just to name a few
All I do, all I do
Akbar planned the perfect date. He planned it for a month. Charlotte liked nature. Would she like song as well? Akbar would serenade her on her front doorstep as he picked her up. Charlotte's favorite love song was that one from the movie Titanic. Dang, Akbar wouldn't be able to sing that. There was no way that his voice could reach that high. He couldn't even sing that well. What was he thinking? Should he just skip the smoochy love-song with the guitar and just take her out to dinner? Akbar would do anything for Charlotte. Perhaps he should just call her instead, and ask what she'd like to do on the night out.
'No, no. I have to get this right... This one night. I only have this one night to really impress her. What if I just buy her chocolates and bring tons of money and go from there? Yeah, a night in the city and in the park sounds like her.'
The clock chimed 7:00 p.m. Akbar dashed into his hot, red Viper, and made his way to Char's house. As he knocked on the door, he deeply thought to himself about Charlotte.
'And if I heard the angels sing
I'd sing it back to you and bring sound of heaven ringing just for you.
And if I saw the sun fall down
I'd pick it up and make a crown, one that was a perfect fit for you.'
"One that was a perfect fit for you..." Akbar whispered dreamily.
"What?" Char asked.
Akbar popped out of his daydream, realizing Charlotte was standing in front of him with the door open.
"Wha...? Oh, nothing, dear, I was just thinking about your loveliness."
"Well, thanks, but let's go."
Akbar walked to the car and opened the door for his beautiful miss, and walked around to the driver's seat and drove and drove. He had no idea where he was going. Akbar was as nervous as ever while Char was bored in this rad car.
"Akbar, where the hell are we going?"
"Um... it's a surprise, honey."
"Well, hurry up. My stomach's about to implode if it doesn't get some chow NOW."
"Okay, then..." Akbar paced his mind thinking of what to do. "Okay, close your eyes until I say to open them."
"Why?"
"It's part of the surprise. And no peeking."
More thinking and daydreaming overcame Akbar while he drove to a corner store in a shady part of town.
'What to do? What does she want? I'll buy her a delicious apple, and a sweet, little, violet bow to tie in her hair, and then I'll walk her in the moonlight where it will be only us, and only us in the park, and the stars and the moon will be so bright and lucious, and she'll love me. She will love me more than ever before and for sure will kiss me and love me with all of her damn little heart...'
'We could take a walk into the apple orchard by the school.
We could make a little residue...
We could find a place to stay-- a secret little hideaway.
Spend a little time inside of you.'
-
"Dammit, Akbar, how much longer will I have to keep my eyes closed?!" the frustrated Charlottle exclaimed.
"Not much longer! Please don't get mad, darling, I'm sorry."
Peering out of her hands on her face, Char said, "Oh, I'm so sorry love, I'm just so hungry it's driving me mad."
"Well, don't be mad anymore. We're here."
Charlotte took her hands off her eyes, and looked upon what was in front of her. She saw a forest and a lake, with a willow right in the middle of the lake. A canoe wading on the edge of the lake. The moonlight shined onto the calm, still water, and the stars and the moon's reflection on the water was as clear as a mirror.
"Akbar, it's... beautiful," Char awed.
"Really? I mean, because I had no id--"
Good thing he stopped himself there.
"Look, I brought a picnic basket with your favorite foods. And I have marshmellows."
Charlotte grinned.
The couple rode the canoe to the lone willow tree island. Akbar set the food on the ground, and Charlotte grabbed the bag of marshmellows and ripped open the plastic, causing a plethora of the marshmellow pillows to fly out.
"Oops. Want one anyway?" Charlotte said as she offered one to Akbar.
"Sure, baby."
A stern look on her face made Akbar confused. 'Did I say something wrong? But I call her 'baby' all the time. What if she hates me? Does she think I'm weird now? Ugh, this date is terrible!'
"Akbar, do you love me?"
"Of course! I loved you since I met you, Char."
"Then kiss me already."
His heart raced, and as he leaned in closer to her soft, goddess-like body, he was sure that she could hear the beat of his pulsing soul. Her neck felt like rose petals, and the moonlight lit up her cascading, dark chocolate hair. The silence was broken only by the hard breathing of the two lovers. Akbar wrapped his hands around her, and Charlotte ran her fingers through his dark raven hair, and the bond that the passionate kiss formed had never been as strong as this before. Lightning quick, the senses passed on their emotions, and a passion shocked both Akbar and Charlotte. This was truly the ultimate kiss of love. As Akbar opened his eyes unto his maiden, he saw two brown gazing back at him, right into his soul.
There were no words that they had to say to tell each other that they loved each other with their heart, soul, and body. Akbar looked at Charlotte, then observed the willow branches that flowed down like Charlotte's own hair, and then to the moon. On this night, he felt as if the moon herself was sweetly looking upon the two, and Akbar let his daydream overcome himself once more:
'All I do, all I do.
All eyes, all eyes, all eyes on you.
All I do, all I do, all I do, all I do.'
Inspired by the song "If," by Red Hot Chili Peppers, from the album Stadium Arcadium.