Author: becky rttavi@aol.com
Rating: G
Paring: M/M
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell related
Muse #1 - Something new
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Looking into the fear of the unknown. Chasing the deep.
The ocean tide was calm. The blue green water was reminiscent of a stained glass design with blurry images moving behind it. The air was salty; they tasted it on their lips as they licked them compulsively.
The sand underneath their bare heels was tepid, not hot, but a comfortable warm. The sun was vibrant on the cloudless day, shining bright into the stained glass water creating unsolvable puzzles on its surface.
The beach was almost deserted. To the two young lovers it was completely deserted. They saw no one except each other, heard nothing but the wake of the waves and the beating of their own hearts. Courage tried to invade the underlying fear they both had coursing through their veins, although neither had admitted it out loud.
The woman shaded her eyes with her hand against the starkness of the sun flashing off the water. Edgy excitement began to surface in the form of tingles in her extremities. She looked at the man next to her, then clasped his hand in hers.
Michael Guerin shifted his eyes away from the hypnotizing trance of the water to his wife. And smiled. In a careless move, he leaned into her and kissed the corner of her mouth. A kiss of reassurance for them both.
Maria Guerin smiled back at him then turned back to the inviting water. The tide rolled in closer, over their feet, cooling them. Then it rolled away leaving them sinking into the wet sand.
A seagull screamed overhead.
Michael sighed and turned his attention back to the water. So mysterious in its depths. Hidden dangers and jewels captured under the ocean for eternity; completely submerged in a watery prison. His heart began to pound in his ears drowning out the natural cascade of the waves as they hit the shore.
Maria nodded once at him and then smiled. A smile of sadness and adventure. Of intrigue and fear. Of love and bravery. She squeezed his hand trying to convey the reassurance that he had in his kiss.
Simultaneously, they took a step closer to the water as the tide rushed over them, closing over their ankles. Inching them forward with the tide as it rolled away.
Fingers entwined.
A salty breeze whipped at their nearly nude bodies covering their skin in gooseflesh.
They laughed together.
Another step into the water, the tide rushed them, tiny whitecaps breaking against their legs.
Hesitant as another step was taken.
Deeper into the water.
The coolness riding higher on them with each step.
Maria let go of her husband's hand and felt the uncertainty he had of letting her go. She held up one finger.
Michael watched his wife as she pulled the goggles and snorkel up from around her neck and adjusted them over her eyes and nose, the snorkel in her mouth. He laughed silently at her, then adjusted his own gear.
Holding hands, they stepped further into the water and let the deep carry them out. Floating on their bellies and kicking with flippers, they merged into the stained glass ocean.
With a turn towards each other, the fear of the unknown evaporated. The locking of their eyes underwater secured the things they valued the most. The fear of chasing the deep was eradicated.
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