The BLTS Archive The Air That I Breathe by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com) --- Disclaimer: Everything Trek belongs to Paramount/Viacom. The mention of Wynken De Wilde comes from Anne Rice's novel, Memnoch The Devil. What can I say, I can imagine Tom Paris as an Anne Rice fan . Please do not distribute, archive, etc, without my permission. May be archived on the ASC archive, the PKSP archive and R'Rain's Slash Archive only. Please do not link to the story without my permission. Yes, a TMV from me. No, I don't think there's much difference to my usual stories, but then again, you could just say that I've been writing TMVs all along, I suppose. Also written to celebrate the fact that it's two years (almost to the *day*) since I discovered Trek slash and read Command Performance by Emma Woodhouse and Pudding And Pie by R'Rain Prior for the first time. The song is The Air That I Breathe, recorded by many, many people, but my favourite version is Olivia Newton-John's. --- --- If I could make a wish, I think I'd pass, can't think of anything I need... No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound... Nothing to eat, no books to read... --- There's nothing I want more to do than to stay here, like this, the rest of my life. Gods, can life *get* more perfect than this? --- Making love with you has left me peaceful, warm and tired... What more could I ask, there's nothing left to be desired... --- As always, Harry, it was perfect. Making love with you, it's almost...sacred. Not religious sacred, at least not the organised religion. Maybe the religion of Rice's Wynken De Wilde... No, it's more like...one of those ancient, forgotten religions, the kind where sex wasn't a dirty word. --- What more could I ask for? Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak... So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep... --- I don't think I can move. I'm so weak from loving you, Harry. But peaceful, still. I've never been so at peace as at this time, just after we make love, Harry. It's like everything is washed away and I'm renewed by your love. What else could I need? --- Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe, and to love you... All I need is the air that I breathe, yes to love you... All I need is the air that I breathe... --- When I lie here and see your slick, golden chest rising and falling. And I can feel every breath I take as we breathe in unison. As long as I breathe and can love you, Harry, I don't need *anything* else. Not flying, not Voyager, nothing. There *is* nothing else. How can there be? --- Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak... So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep... --- You turn to me, burrowing into my warmth. The warmth you create in me. Are you awake? I can't tell. You're not moving after you've latched onto me. I don't think I could sleep any other way any more. --- Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe, and to love you... All I need is the air that I breathe, yes to love you... All I need is the air that I breathe... --- Sometimes, I wish we could stay here forever. I could live without ever seeing another person for the rest of my life, and I know that if I suggested it, you'd at least give serious consideration to actually doing something like that. But you wouldn't let me hide away, because I've got to admit, a part of it is that way. I just want to hide away with you forever, never seeing anyone else. That's how I know you love me, because I wouldn't be able to get away with something like that. Even though all we could ever need is each other, you would never let it become that way. --- Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak... So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep... --- Gods, I'm so tired. Think I can sleep now. I wonder if you know how long it is that I stay awake thinking of you? Is it as long for you on the nights I fall asleep first? I love you, Harry. --- The End