To Make You Feel My Love


Calpurnia Lupin



When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love


I watched him dozing, and a love came over me, so powerful I wasn't sure what to do with it. It seemed to large to contain, even within my considerable frame. The feeling, that I could never let anything harm him, struck me nearly hard enough to bring tears, but not quite.

I stroked over his hair, lightly, and he opened one eye up at me and smiled crookedly. At this point, I was immeasurably thankful that the feeling had not brought tears, and suffered another impulse, this time to kiss him.


When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

He's been thinking again. That much was clear from the way he looked at me. Bet he thinks I didn't catch it, but I caught it, that look. The one he gets on his face when he thinks I'm asleep, I guess, 'cause I never catch him using it outright.

He leaned over to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back, because hey, he's a pretty good kisser, even if he was out of practice before I came along. After the kiss ended, I nestled my face down against his neck and gave him an extra squeeze.


I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong

Sometimes I think Wolfe would protest the little squeeze at the end if he thought he could get away with it. He'd like to pretend he doesn't care about the little squeezes, and he does generally like distance kept, but when he looks at me like that, and when he squeezes back, well, I know better.


I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I couldn't be sure, not without asking-- and I will not ask-- whether or not Archie knew what it was I had been thinking before he woke, but if I had any lingering mental disquiet, he rid me of it. Not with the kiss; I am not fool enough to be soothed by a kiss from a man for whom kissing is a sport. By Archie, then. By all he does and is I am comforted.

Pfui! He has turned me into a sentimental fool, and I have been an appallingly long time at noticing it. In retrospect, I have been sentimental with regards to Archie for some time.


I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

This is intolerable, but it is intolerable in such an exquisite way, I might be put upon to tolerate it regardless.

I am fooling no one. The only thing which is truly intolerable to me now is the thought of losing Archie. For him, I have broken all of my rules - I have left the house; even allowed, on two separate occasions, a cab driver and a *woman* to chauffer me - for Archie's sake. He interrupts me in the plant rooms. He is a living mockery of order at times, and I put up with him still because to lose him would be a far worse fate.

I wrapped one arm around him, and squeezed back.


The storms are raging on a rolling sea
And on the highway of regret

I wish I had told him of my feelings. We could have found this bliss long before we did, had I possessed the courage then. There are many things I could have done differently in regards to Archie, but the one that bothers me is the thought that I have let years go by, years I could have loved him.


The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I wonder if not being able to stop thinking is a side-effect of genius. If it is, I'm sure glad I'm not one. I'd like to be able to get some sleep.

Then again, maybe it is a little early for sleep. I raised myself up on one elbow and blew in his ear.

"Hey," I whispered. "You wanna go again, or would the sustained activity kill you?"

He grunted, and I couldn't have kept the smile off my face if I was facing a firing squad.


I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
There's nothing that I would not do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

For the second time tonight, I find myself soothing Wolfe's post-coital melancholy, but this time he was the one who sort of dozed off afterwards, and the melancholy is just a little line on his forehead that goes away if he gets enough petting and a soft peck.

He's probably asleep for the night now. Most nights, I sneak back across the hall to my room - can't risk discovery by being here when breakfast comes - but not tonight. If Wolfe is asleep, no one'll turn on the alarm when I go. Besides, he's got this little smile in his sleep now, and - I can't believe I'm saying this - he's really kinda cute. Guess I'll stay and sneak back later.

Besides, what if the little smile goes away during the night, and he gets that little line back? I'd give just about anything to be here to remedy the situation should it arise. I'd give just about anything to always be the guy to remedy that situation.


There is nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love


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