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Still Feels Good
0 reviewsPaige and Mac have been together for a long time; you would think things would get old. But to them, it still feels good. Song used: Rascal Flatts' "Still Feels Good"
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A/N: Okay, here's some cheery fluff for all of those of you who're sick and tired of angsty crap. It's still fluff, though, so...yeah. I like writing fluff. I'm sorry. XD
Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics to "Still Feels Good".
Song Used: Rascal Flatts' "Still Feels Good".
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Five: Still Feels Good
Puppet: Cormac O'Kane
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Ooo, ooo, ooo – come on!
Still feels good – oh, oh, oh...
I really thought it was funny, the way the word 'love' is tossed around these days.
Everyone used it now, it seemed, and though I was not the type of person who was against 'peace and happiness', I hated how silly a thing people made it seem. Love was why parents were protective of their sons and daughters; the bond between brothers and sisters; what held together the hearts of a husband and a wife.
It was a pure emotion, free of insecurities and loopholes when the world it existed in was full of them.
It was most certainly not wanting someone because they were 'hot'.
I suppose I couldn't complain much about that one, though. When I met her, the first thing that I was attracted to was her stunningly pretty smile, and she smiled a lot. Even now, I couldn't help but admire her when I thought she wasn't looking.
Then again, most of the time I wasn't looking at her with any feelings of lust or any wolfish thoughts. She had a pretty face and a well-sculpted, athletic body (she could probably get by on her looks alone if she really wanted to), sure, but there was so much more to her than that. She had hopes and fears, feelings and thoughts...she was a human being, not an object. I knew that. When I kissed her, it was because it was the the best physical way of showing how I felt, not because it felt good.
I couldn't think of a better way to explain what love was, actually, without quoting a Bible verse that was rather popular with religious sorts and hopeless romantics.
I wasn't religious; I believed in God, but I wasn't bent on sharing His word with every stranger I walked by.
I was a bit of a romantic, but only in the sense that when it came to love, I was willing to do just about anything. I was also a practical, sensible, business-minded sort of guy, but my mate came before any problem that may crop up.
Always.
When she was happy, I was happy. When she smiled, I smiled back. When she laughed, I laughed with her. When she was excited about something, so was I.
When she was upset, I held her close. When she was afraid, I told her everything was going to be all right. When she was in danger, I protected her. When she was angry, I soothed and quieted her rare-to-rise but hard-to-control temper.
I guess that was what love was.
And I loved her more than anything.
That old t-shirt you wear to bed,
Hangin' off your shoulder by a thread,
The one you ripped off me when,
We first met,
Still feels good...
“Since when are you an early riser, Mac?”
I paused my setting up of the breakfast table, glancing over my shoulder to meet Paige's wide, confused blue eyes. She had obviously just woken up; her frizzy raven hair was even wilder than it was once she'd brushed it and her eyes were dulled with sleep.
I'd been up for a while now, and had a batch of hand-made pancakes to show for it.
“Since it's your birthday, stupid,” I replied, finally putting down the fork I'd been holding in midair on the table and coming over to her, “or did you forget?”
Her grogginess seemed to disappear into thin air. Her eyes got wider than before and a huge, delighted smile busted all across her face. “Thanks for reminding me!” she laughed, tossing her arms around my neck and hugging me fondly, “And here most guys just do a card and some chocolate!”
Loving the closeness of her form for the thousandth time since I'd touched her, I returned the squeeze, my arms coming around her waist and hands resting innocently on the base of her spine. I nuzzled the crook of her neck affectionately. “When have you ever known me to be a normal guy?”
She giggled and pulled away, her eyes traveling over the small feast I'd prepared the way a small child would look at presents under the Christmas tree. “Good point,” she commented, standing up on her tiptoes and pecking my cheek, eyes dancing with mischief, “I always thought guys who could cook were sexy.”
I smiled and, running my hand down her spine, enjoyed the familiar silkiness of her constant choice of pajama top. “I think it's sexy that you still wear this old jersey to bed.”
Once, the jersey had been mine. I played basketball and had gotten a new one almost every year. This particular one, stolen from me by an obvious thief, was from my high school days. It was royal blue and sun yellow with the word 'Cougars' on the front, while on the back it had a number 7 and 'O'Kane' along the top.
It was old, worn, and far too big for her, and yet she had slept in it every night since she'd taken it, as far as I could tell. I never asked why; I figured the reason was fairly obvious.
She grinned up at me. “I think I need to make you wear it again for a little while,” she answered with yet more laughter, “it doesn't smell much like you anymore.”
I chuckled softly. “Don'cha think that's kinda weird?”
Paige was never about the expected, so I really shouldn't have been surprised when she captured my lips with hers for a moment and said, “I love it when you call me weird.”
That old familiar song blarin',
From my car,
We know every note, every word,
By heart,
Puts a smile on your face 'cause,
You know it's ours,
And it still feels good...
It was days like today that made me glad that I'd worked all those summers when my friends were out of the country on vacation or out all night partying and getting into trouble. If there was one thing about the Chevelle that made it really worth while, it was the fact that Paige loved going for drives with me.
When we went for a drive, all that mattered was the wind in our hair and this one particular song blasting (as much as it could) from the speakers.
Our song.
Paige, smiling and looking just as happy as I wished she could stay forever, sang along to Rascal Flatts' “My Wish”, which she had proclaimed to be 'our song'. I was glad that she had chosen that one. The lyrics practically took words right out of my mouth.
I did hope her days came easy and her moments passed slow; that her life was all that she wanted it to be; that she'd never have to carry more than she could hold. It felt good that'd she felt the same.
I hoped she'd always remember the words to our song, even when I was gone
Your fingers hooked around,
My belt loops,
Leanin' up against my ride,
Remember that first time I touched you,
It doesn't matter – I've held you a,
Million times,
Oh, and it still feels good...
I should've expected a youthful, somewhat childish girl like her to sneak up on me when we had to stop for gas, but for some reason I didn't.
I should've expected a playful, eager young woman like my Paige to jump on my back and scare me out of my skin, but for some reason I didn't.
I really should've been ready and waiting for a flirty, zealous she-devil like my girl to push me up against my car and kiss me for almost the entire time it took for my tank to be refilled.
But I wasn't ready for any of that, and so I could only blink and look numbly at the numerous people staring oddly at the flabbergasted boy who'd just been all the way up to the moon and back thanks to the intense girl now snuggled innocently against his chest as if nothing had ever happened.
I smiled almost drunkenly at them. If only I had a quarter for every time she crept up on me...
We made some crazy plans, had some,
Crazy dreams,
And now that we've reached,
A few you would think,
That it would get old to you and me,
But it still feels good, still feels good...
“Hey, do you remember that time you said you wanted to go to the Empire State Building?”
I wasn't sure if I wanted to smile or groan at the memory. We had driven all the way up to New York one day and had, in fact, gone to the Empire State Building.
Unfortunately, I had been using crutches or a wheelchair during that time thanks to the fact I'd broken my leg a few weeks before. We'd intended on taking the elevator so I could go to the top without much trouble, but when we got there, it turned out that the elevator was out of order.
Paige had been heartbroken that she couldn't go up, but she stayed with me on the ground. I'd been glad; I hadn't wanted to let her see things from the top of world without me right there with her.
I smiled. “Ya' mean the time we ended up making out on the sidewalk in the rain?”
She laughed, and I found myself almost getting lost in how beautiful a sound it was. She was such a happy girl... she just made me want to laugh too. “Yeah, that's the one.”
“What about it?”
“Wanna see if we can do it again?”
Your fingers hooked around,
My belt loops,
Leanin' up against my ride,
Remember that first time I touched you,
It doesn't matter, I've held you -
A million times,
Oh, and it still feels good...
How could I deny her such an easy request?
After what seemed like countless hours of driving, the skyline gradually getting higher and the air slowly starting to get a little thicker, my inner map told me that we were nearing New York.
The Big Apple was just as grand as they usually made it out to be, and as the nose of my Chevelle cautiously poked about the many streets, trying not to get lost in the maze, I couldn't help but gape in wonder. I'd seen it before, but it was all just so big. I stopped at a light and my breath caught.
Maybe it was because I really was awestruck. Maybe it was the abrupt, overpowering smell of carbon.
Or, most likely, it was a quick, stolen kiss just as a raindrop plopped down on the windshield.
Oh, your fingers hooked around,
My belt loops,
Leanin' up against my ride,
Remember that first time I touched you,
It doesn't matter, I've held you -
I've touched you,
I've felt you – I've loved you -
And it still feels good...
I can only thank God that spring was a rainy season, because I think I would've felt bad for Paige if I wasn't able to come through with my promise. I looked up at the darkening sky and with a chuckle to myself put the top back on the car. “Looks like you'll get your wish.”
She said nothing, but the huge smile, much like the one I'd seen this morning, said enough.
Neither of us said anything to each other on the way there, on the way in, nor on the way up. I paid for the both of us, glad that I had remembered to bring a fair amount of cash. She held my hand and I gripped hers, recalling a time when holding her hand was the farthest I'd ever think of going. We'd been younger then...
It was raining outside by the time the elevator (which was working today) brought us to the stop. I smiled softly and squeezed her hand gently in anticipation, breaking the silence between us since she'd asked to come here. “Ready?”
“As I'll ever be!”
I snickered softly, walking blatantly past the people who were making a point to come inside. A few gave us funny looks, but I just smiled at them the same way I'd smiled at the people at the gas station. I was with Paige and we were happy...nothing else mattered, thank you very much.
We went out and were greeted with a cold, incessant drizzle; exactly the way it'd been the first time we'd come here, only then we'd been at the bottom and now...
I couldn't help but gasp when we reached the rail. We were definitely at the top.
“Whoa...” the two of us said at the same time. Paige's hold on my hand got a little tighter as she peered over the edge at the busy, still bustling sidewalks and streets below. Everything looked so small...
“Hey, Paige?” I said after a while, tearing my eyes from the scene and looking intently at her.
She glanced up at me, blue eyes round with such child-like wonder I couldn't help but kiss her.
I pulled back quickly and smiled. “I love you. I always have and I always will. Happy birthday.”
Yeah and it still feels good, baby,
Yeah, it feels good – yeah, yeah, yeah,
Still feels good,
Still feels good, baby!
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A/N: Merf. I really like this song and was really glad that I could turn it into a songfic. It was a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did working on it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics to "Still Feels Good".
Song Used: Rascal Flatts' "Still Feels Good".
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Five: Still Feels Good
Puppet: Cormac O'Kane
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Ooo, ooo, ooo – come on!
Still feels good – oh, oh, oh...
I really thought it was funny, the way the word 'love' is tossed around these days.
Everyone used it now, it seemed, and though I was not the type of person who was against 'peace and happiness', I hated how silly a thing people made it seem. Love was why parents were protective of their sons and daughters; the bond between brothers and sisters; what held together the hearts of a husband and a wife.
It was a pure emotion, free of insecurities and loopholes when the world it existed in was full of them.
It was most certainly not wanting someone because they were 'hot'.
I suppose I couldn't complain much about that one, though. When I met her, the first thing that I was attracted to was her stunningly pretty smile, and she smiled a lot. Even now, I couldn't help but admire her when I thought she wasn't looking.
Then again, most of the time I wasn't looking at her with any feelings of lust or any wolfish thoughts. She had a pretty face and a well-sculpted, athletic body (she could probably get by on her looks alone if she really wanted to), sure, but there was so much more to her than that. She had hopes and fears, feelings and thoughts...she was a human being, not an object. I knew that. When I kissed her, it was because it was the the best physical way of showing how I felt, not because it felt good.
I couldn't think of a better way to explain what love was, actually, without quoting a Bible verse that was rather popular with religious sorts and hopeless romantics.
I wasn't religious; I believed in God, but I wasn't bent on sharing His word with every stranger I walked by.
I was a bit of a romantic, but only in the sense that when it came to love, I was willing to do just about anything. I was also a practical, sensible, business-minded sort of guy, but my mate came before any problem that may crop up.
Always.
When she was happy, I was happy. When she smiled, I smiled back. When she laughed, I laughed with her. When she was excited about something, so was I.
When she was upset, I held her close. When she was afraid, I told her everything was going to be all right. When she was in danger, I protected her. When she was angry, I soothed and quieted her rare-to-rise but hard-to-control temper.
I guess that was what love was.
And I loved her more than anything.
That old t-shirt you wear to bed,
Hangin' off your shoulder by a thread,
The one you ripped off me when,
We first met,
Still feels good...
“Since when are you an early riser, Mac?”
I paused my setting up of the breakfast table, glancing over my shoulder to meet Paige's wide, confused blue eyes. She had obviously just woken up; her frizzy raven hair was even wilder than it was once she'd brushed it and her eyes were dulled with sleep.
I'd been up for a while now, and had a batch of hand-made pancakes to show for it.
“Since it's your birthday, stupid,” I replied, finally putting down the fork I'd been holding in midair on the table and coming over to her, “or did you forget?”
Her grogginess seemed to disappear into thin air. Her eyes got wider than before and a huge, delighted smile busted all across her face. “Thanks for reminding me!” she laughed, tossing her arms around my neck and hugging me fondly, “And here most guys just do a card and some chocolate!”
Loving the closeness of her form for the thousandth time since I'd touched her, I returned the squeeze, my arms coming around her waist and hands resting innocently on the base of her spine. I nuzzled the crook of her neck affectionately. “When have you ever known me to be a normal guy?”
She giggled and pulled away, her eyes traveling over the small feast I'd prepared the way a small child would look at presents under the Christmas tree. “Good point,” she commented, standing up on her tiptoes and pecking my cheek, eyes dancing with mischief, “I always thought guys who could cook were sexy.”
I smiled and, running my hand down her spine, enjoyed the familiar silkiness of her constant choice of pajama top. “I think it's sexy that you still wear this old jersey to bed.”
Once, the jersey had been mine. I played basketball and had gotten a new one almost every year. This particular one, stolen from me by an obvious thief, was from my high school days. It was royal blue and sun yellow with the word 'Cougars' on the front, while on the back it had a number 7 and 'O'Kane' along the top.
It was old, worn, and far too big for her, and yet she had slept in it every night since she'd taken it, as far as I could tell. I never asked why; I figured the reason was fairly obvious.
She grinned up at me. “I think I need to make you wear it again for a little while,” she answered with yet more laughter, “it doesn't smell much like you anymore.”
I chuckled softly. “Don'cha think that's kinda weird?”
Paige was never about the expected, so I really shouldn't have been surprised when she captured my lips with hers for a moment and said, “I love it when you call me weird.”
That old familiar song blarin',
From my car,
We know every note, every word,
By heart,
Puts a smile on your face 'cause,
You know it's ours,
And it still feels good...
It was days like today that made me glad that I'd worked all those summers when my friends were out of the country on vacation or out all night partying and getting into trouble. If there was one thing about the Chevelle that made it really worth while, it was the fact that Paige loved going for drives with me.
When we went for a drive, all that mattered was the wind in our hair and this one particular song blasting (as much as it could) from the speakers.
Our song.
Paige, smiling and looking just as happy as I wished she could stay forever, sang along to Rascal Flatts' “My Wish”, which she had proclaimed to be 'our song'. I was glad that she had chosen that one. The lyrics practically took words right out of my mouth.
I did hope her days came easy and her moments passed slow; that her life was all that she wanted it to be; that she'd never have to carry more than she could hold. It felt good that'd she felt the same.
I hoped she'd always remember the words to our song, even when I was gone
Your fingers hooked around,
My belt loops,
Leanin' up against my ride,
Remember that first time I touched you,
It doesn't matter – I've held you a,
Million times,
Oh, and it still feels good...
I should've expected a youthful, somewhat childish girl like her to sneak up on me when we had to stop for gas, but for some reason I didn't.
I should've expected a playful, eager young woman like my Paige to jump on my back and scare me out of my skin, but for some reason I didn't.
I really should've been ready and waiting for a flirty, zealous she-devil like my girl to push me up against my car and kiss me for almost the entire time it took for my tank to be refilled.
But I wasn't ready for any of that, and so I could only blink and look numbly at the numerous people staring oddly at the flabbergasted boy who'd just been all the way up to the moon and back thanks to the intense girl now snuggled innocently against his chest as if nothing had ever happened.
I smiled almost drunkenly at them. If only I had a quarter for every time she crept up on me...
We made some crazy plans, had some,
Crazy dreams,
And now that we've reached,
A few you would think,
That it would get old to you and me,
But it still feels good, still feels good...
“Hey, do you remember that time you said you wanted to go to the Empire State Building?”
I wasn't sure if I wanted to smile or groan at the memory. We had driven all the way up to New York one day and had, in fact, gone to the Empire State Building.
Unfortunately, I had been using crutches or a wheelchair during that time thanks to the fact I'd broken my leg a few weeks before. We'd intended on taking the elevator so I could go to the top without much trouble, but when we got there, it turned out that the elevator was out of order.
Paige had been heartbroken that she couldn't go up, but she stayed with me on the ground. I'd been glad; I hadn't wanted to let her see things from the top of world without me right there with her.
I smiled. “Ya' mean the time we ended up making out on the sidewalk in the rain?”
She laughed, and I found myself almost getting lost in how beautiful a sound it was. She was such a happy girl... she just made me want to laugh too. “Yeah, that's the one.”
“What about it?”
“Wanna see if we can do it again?”
Your fingers hooked around,
My belt loops,
Leanin' up against my ride,
Remember that first time I touched you,
It doesn't matter, I've held you -
A million times,
Oh, and it still feels good...
How could I deny her such an easy request?
After what seemed like countless hours of driving, the skyline gradually getting higher and the air slowly starting to get a little thicker, my inner map told me that we were nearing New York.
The Big Apple was just as grand as they usually made it out to be, and as the nose of my Chevelle cautiously poked about the many streets, trying not to get lost in the maze, I couldn't help but gape in wonder. I'd seen it before, but it was all just so big. I stopped at a light and my breath caught.
Maybe it was because I really was awestruck. Maybe it was the abrupt, overpowering smell of carbon.
Or, most likely, it was a quick, stolen kiss just as a raindrop plopped down on the windshield.
Oh, your fingers hooked around,
My belt loops,
Leanin' up against my ride,
Remember that first time I touched you,
It doesn't matter, I've held you -
I've touched you,
I've felt you – I've loved you -
And it still feels good...
I can only thank God that spring was a rainy season, because I think I would've felt bad for Paige if I wasn't able to come through with my promise. I looked up at the darkening sky and with a chuckle to myself put the top back on the car. “Looks like you'll get your wish.”
She said nothing, but the huge smile, much like the one I'd seen this morning, said enough.
Neither of us said anything to each other on the way there, on the way in, nor on the way up. I paid for the both of us, glad that I had remembered to bring a fair amount of cash. She held my hand and I gripped hers, recalling a time when holding her hand was the farthest I'd ever think of going. We'd been younger then...
It was raining outside by the time the elevator (which was working today) brought us to the stop. I smiled softly and squeezed her hand gently in anticipation, breaking the silence between us since she'd asked to come here. “Ready?”
“As I'll ever be!”
I snickered softly, walking blatantly past the people who were making a point to come inside. A few gave us funny looks, but I just smiled at them the same way I'd smiled at the people at the gas station. I was with Paige and we were happy...nothing else mattered, thank you very much.
We went out and were greeted with a cold, incessant drizzle; exactly the way it'd been the first time we'd come here, only then we'd been at the bottom and now...
I couldn't help but gasp when we reached the rail. We were definitely at the top.
“Whoa...” the two of us said at the same time. Paige's hold on my hand got a little tighter as she peered over the edge at the busy, still bustling sidewalks and streets below. Everything looked so small...
“Hey, Paige?” I said after a while, tearing my eyes from the scene and looking intently at her.
She glanced up at me, blue eyes round with such child-like wonder I couldn't help but kiss her.
I pulled back quickly and smiled. “I love you. I always have and I always will. Happy birthday.”
Yeah and it still feels good, baby,
Yeah, it feels good – yeah, yeah, yeah,
Still feels good,
Still feels good, baby!
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A/N: Merf. I really like this song and was really glad that I could turn it into a songfic. It was a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did working on it.
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