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"Will You?"
Will You?
Song by Hazel O'Connor
You drink your coffee and I sip my tea
I move a little closer to you,
And then we touch much too much
Take off your eyes, bare your soul
And we're sitting here playing so cool,
Thinking "What will be, will be"
But it's getting kind of late now
Oh I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?
Not knowing quite what to do
And I'm feeling all fingers and thumbs,
I spill my tea, oh silly me!
But it's getting kind of late now
I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?
This moment has been waiting for a long, long time
It makes me shiver, it makes me quiver
This moment I am so unsure
This moment I have waited for
Was it something you've been waiting for, waiting for too?
Gather me to you and make me whole
Tell me your secrets, sing me the song
Sing it to me in the silent dawn
But it's getting kind of late now
I wonder if you'll stay now, stay now, stay now, stay now
Or will you just politely say goodnight?
A drifting saxophone solo like a mist of notes wafts from the speakers to the ceiling entwining around the lampshade and down on eddies of warm air to tease her ears ... sneaking in past her defences to grab at her heart ...tugging the strings to make it soar with hopefulness and then the sad refrain lilting to plunge her hopes against the bare floorboards... her eyes shut, her legs thrown over the furniture like a rag doll idly tossed down ... dreaming ...
A tap at the door ... heart misses a beat ...
Hesitates - switch off the CD?- no - leave it on...
The door ...the monitor ...yes - smiles ...
"Can I - ?"
"Yes ..." Too eager? Maybe ...bites lip ...
Drifts across room lets long, flimsy skirt flounce around bare legs provocatively ... a net to trawl for desire ...
The catch is made... eyes follow the hem upwards...
"Coffee- ?" try not to smile too broadly ...
"I can't - ," no don't say it yet ...not yet ...
"Go on ...I was just about to have some tea ..." takes lower lip between teeth ...
"Just a quick one then ..." the prey is snared ...
Kettle trembles in hand ...
Instant coffee? ... Does it matter?
Make it strong, dark, sweet ...
Single-handed unbuttons jacket ... chances just improved ...
Tea spilt on counter ... giggles ... girlishly, coquettishly ...
"Nikita ...have you been drinking?"
"Only tea, Michael ..." stop grinning... "I was just kinda surprised to see you ...I thought ..."
"The occasional visit will not draw too much attention..."
"That's good - please sit down..."
Green eyes sparkle ... an almost smile on those lips made for pouting...
Drinks coffee ... too polite to grimace ...
"Nikita - your CD player is on repeat?" eyes track across room to hi-fi unit.
"I like this song..."
"Ah ... I see ..." shyly looks up, eyes meet ...
Shrugs, sips tea ... licks lips ...
"You know I cannot -"
Shakes head - don't say it ... not yet ...
Face drops, a tear escapes, traitorously, splashes in the tea ...
A hand reaches out - tucks a strand of hair behind ear ... the warmth of skin.... The touch.... The connection... Slides across the sofa closer, looks up again...
"Can you -?"
A kiss ...soft, lips warmed by coffee... Hot breath, hotter tongues -... sweetness ... Hand on waist ...another on a knee moving up ...
Glances at watch ...
"Will you...?"
Written 10th August 1999
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