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Logic
By Regina


Summary: Fred, Wes, and lots o' love
Rating: PG
Site: http://www26.brinkster.com/bookish
Spoilers: None
Distribution: WNW, IITO, anywhere else that has my fics, if you don't and you want it, just ask
Authors Notes: A short little vingette that hit me at 2 in the morning. Yeah, I'm strange, get over it and read the story.

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There are certain things I know are true in this life. I know that what goes up must come down and that water is two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen. I know that pi is equal to 3.141592654 and that Earth is the third planet in our solar system. I like knowing that these things are constant and I’ll never be wrong when I say them. I like the logic of them.

For a long time, I thought logic was all I needed. While everyone else went on dates, I tested hypothesis. The night of my high school prom, I took a telescope up to my roof and watched for a comet. There was no need for the trivialities of such things when I could be doing something useful. Something logical. Besides, who needed love anyway? It was useless, just a chemical attraction based on pheromones and hormones. It only served to lead to reproduction and the furthering of the species anyway. So I learned instead. I gained knowledge and retained facts. I put my faith in the things I knew to be true.

That’s why this is all so confusing to me now. Because when he touches me, everything I thought was true is gone. Everything I know is turned upside down and all that’s left are the feelings he gives me. I tried so hard at first to analyze it, to break it down until I could find a logical reason for the way he could make me feel, but there wasn’t one. All he has to do is smile at me and my whole world falls apart. I yearn for his touch until it aches sometimes, and when he does touch me, it’s almost worse. I never can figure out if I should beg him to stop or insist he continue.

No, there’s nothing logical about it. Because when I’m with him, gravity has no pull. The earth is off its axis, spinning into nothingness, and all the rules of my existence are obsolete. The only things left are he and I and the agonizing pleasure of love. There’s nothing to analyze or explain as one only simple truth remains. I love him more life itself, and that’s all I need to know.



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