From PolkaDotMoma

Happy Birthday Marilyn! I wanted to bring you something from the Sketchbook Revelations boys. You have always been able to look at their relationship and see not only the finer points but also how their actions affect the big picture. So each of these drabbles is from a different outsider’s POV. Who is writing isn’t nearly as important as what they are seeing, though I did have someone in mind for each one. Melooza gave me the prompts. I added Elements because I wanted to do five and well…it fit. ;)

~Posy/PolkaDotMama

Air

‘Round and ‘round the room they walk, nowhere near each other but they seem to sense each other’s presence. I watch as Edward describes his painting to an attentive guest. He gestures towards Jasper; unaware that the credit he could take as solely his own is being shared with his lover through his body language. Jasper does the same.

I watch as they come together to discuss a piece. Fingers immediately seek and find. Smiles. Passion.

Then I see it. They both physically relax the moment they inhale, taking in the scent that speaks so much louder than words.

Home.

Fire

Polite conversations happen around sandwiches and ice-cold bottles of beer while the graduates are lauded. I watch as Jasper pulls out the lawn games and Edward gives a knowing smile to him before they get everyone involved.

They slip away to the studio where they are confident that they’ve taken all precautions, but they forgot about me. I watch from my kitchen as they leave fiery trails of passion over nearly every inch of skin.

Edward looks down at Jasper with fervent love while Jasper reaches out.

I feel the heat next door.

I’ll deliver a basket of muffins tomorrow.

Water

Tense shoulders, tight eyes, jaw that flexes in a steady beat. I see how Jasper’s muscles coil from his momentary confrontation. His entire body is alive and ready to pounce if he needs to.

Hard as stone.

Edward’s words from across the room are like a refreshing rain to Jasper, alerting his mind of his rigid pose.

His face responds in a smile the moment their eyes meet.

A touch.

His shoulders drop with a release of his breath.

A caress, like a river down his back.

Jasper soaks in everything Edward has to offer and feels his edges smooth.

Earth

I watch as Edward responds to the emotions in the room, trying to meet everyone’s needs and forgetting about his own. Filling cups, talking to the sad friend, laughing heartily at a bad joke. He feels so deeply it’s as if his empathy runs through his veins.

But underneath I see he wants to get away. He’s overwhelmed.

Jasper simply rests his palm on the small of Edward’s back. His shoulders broaden with confidence.

“If you’ll excuse us?”

Edward leads them away, grasping Jasper’s fingers, retreating out the door.

When they come back, Edward sits next to Jasper and relaxes.

Elements

Balanced and fulfilled, I sense how content Edward and Jasper are now. It’s evident in the way they look and touch and even breathe around each other. It’s genuine love, filled out and honest.

I can see it all displayed in one kiss, as they breathe each other in and slowly shut their eyes. The rush of sweet breath across their cheeks alights their senses. The intense passion burning deep as they draw each other close. The relaxation that their kiss instills ripples through them. And when they pull apart they appear grounded.

Love where everything has fallen in place.