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Into The Mystic
By pen_and_ink

 


Another one shot, based around the song Into The Mystic by Van Morrison. I'm absolutely in love with this song, it's one of my favorites, and the idea just seemed to fit with it so well. I hope you all enjoy it. As always, please review if you read.

Gab =]

Into The Mystic

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

He gently took her hand as he led her to the dance floor, and mindful of her gown, he pulled her close as he encased her hand in his, smiling as she rested her right hand on his shoulder and his free hand came to rest on her waist. The music was the only sound that filled the room, but to them their soft whispers back and forth accompanied the music at a beautiful pace; they let the other know everything that was on their mind.

He leaned down and brushed his lips gently against her ear, smiling as she giggled at the soft yet ticklish motion he had performed. She allowed her hand to travel from his shoulder to the base of his neck and ran her fingers through the soft brown hair that was always so tempting during the romantic moments they shared.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, letting his lips press against hers for a brief moment.

“I love you too,” She smiled, resting her forehead against his as they swayed to the music. “More than anyone could ever comprehend.”

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

She smiled as she heard the lyrics, thinking of how this had been their song since the minute he ravaged her CD collection at the age of 15. As they got older he had always promised that he would come home to her, and as much as she worried when he was away she knew he was telling her the truth. He would come home and sweep her off the ground as he left his bags by the door and hold her until the sun crept through the curtains the next morning. She had nothing to fear when she was wrapped under the warm duvet in their bedroom with his arms securely around her.

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

He swayed her from side to side as he held her in his arms, softly singing the song's lyrics in her ear as she giggled at how off key he was.

“And I wanna rock your gypsy soul,” He sang. “Just like way back in the days of old.”

“Just like when we were kids?” She questioned, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“And I used to sneak out to come see you in the middle of the night?” He chuckled.

“I doubt you're gonna have to ask my parents for permission to take me out sweetie.”

“But I can romance you just the way I did when we were 18 and running around on the beach at night.” He winked, brushing his thumb against her cheek as he cupped her face with his hand.

“You most certainly can.” He smiled, leaning into his gentle touch.

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

“Promise me you'll always come home to me,” She said, her gaze never leaving his. “No matter how late at night or early in the morning.”

“I promise you, you're the woman I'm coming home to for the rest of my life.” He said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

She kissed back, allowing her arms to snake around his neck and her fingers to thread through the soft hair at the base of his neck once more. As she pulled away her eyes sparkled and her smile widened at the sight of his face looking back at her.

For a long time she never thought the two of them would ever reach this point in their relationship, or that their relationship would ever make it as far as it did. They were reckless teenagers in love, who turned into young adults in love who learned life's lessons the hard way when life took them in different directions. There was a time when she thought she'd be experiencing this with someone else, and that all of what they had would be a distant memory she could hold fondly in her heart for years to come. Fate had reared its head in their favor and brought them back to each other.

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...

As the song came to an end, he gently twirled his new bride once more on the dance floor before dipping her back and kissing her with such passion that the entire room erupted in cheers. He held her close as the wedding guests took pictures of the happy couple who had just shared their first dance as husband and wife, but both of them were completely oblivious to the guests that were surrounding the dance floor taking pictures, or their friends who were cat calling for them to kiss again. All that mattered at that moment was that they were together, in each other's arms and they were more in love than they had been a week, month, or year ago. It was irrevocable, and had been since way back in the day.

“I love you,” He kissed her again. “Jackie Haner.”

“I love you too, Brian Haner.” She smiled as she kissed him back.

Too late to stop now...

 

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