Every breath you take

He crept into their home, knowing the lateness of the hour would mean she was sleeping. Part of him delighted in this fact, knowing he could watch over her. These quiet times were something he craved, so he could drink in her beauty. He marvelled at the small smile that was fixed on her face, as she gently inhaled and exhaled. She was at peace with the world. He wondered briefly what made her smile, was it dreams of him? The gentle rhythm of her breathing entranced him. Enchanted he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms.

Every move you make

He watched her, a small smile appearing on his face and slowly growing. The heels she was wearing, together with the tight fitting skirt, he knew were for her court appearance. He could not help but delight in the way that she seemed to glide before him, her hips gently sashaying captivating him. She had a grace within each movement a memento of her previous life. He knew she was wise to his observations, she would sway that little more when he was around, that was yet another thing he loved about her, that she knew he was watching.

Every bond you break

He'd stood by her as her first marriage had dissolved. Watching and waiting not without a certain degree of anticipation for the day she would be free and in his mind safe. He stood by as she tried to find love elsewhere, always on the periphery, but never bold enough to step into the limelight, to claim her as his own as he yearned to. He delighted somewhat in the knowledge that she had claimed him, eventually, and neither one of them was willing to let this bond break.

Every step you take

Barefooted she padded towards him. He studied her feet as they slowly sank into the pile of the carpet. He loved her feet, but then there was no part of her he didn't love. He liked the way that barefooted, she still had the gentle sway of the hips that hypnotized him. His grin widened with each step she took, ever observant, she accentuated that sway.

He swallowed hard, and then muttered. "Your hips will be the death of me."

Her giggle echoed around the room, encouraging him to join in, chuckling. Far from being the death of him, she brought life to him.

I'll be watching you

"Gil?"

His blue eyes snapped up to meet hers. "Yes."

"You're watching me?"

"I can't help it. I love you. I love watching your eyes light up when Lindsey tells you of her day. I love the way you tuck that stray lock of hair behind your ear when you're thinking. I love that special sway in your walk that is just for me. I love watching you sleep, watching you smile in your sleep and knowing your dreams are blissful as a result. I love you Catherine."

The End