Timeless

Summary: Miley has all the time for Lilly.

Author's Note: I'm putting all of my one-shots into this multi one-shot collection. Mostly going to be fluffy ramblings...enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I trace my thumb across her petite fingers. Her fingers, soft, like shoelaces they entwine impeccably with mine. Each tiny bump I recognize and save to my memory, I want to remember every detail, and every crevasse of her prints. Then if we are ever apart, my mind will bring me back to this time, where the clocks stand still, the air is clear making the view of the light pink tinge of her skin dance with my eyes and all unnecessary noise disappears, as the room becomes engulfed in a quiet golden tranquillity.

My fingers move gently with care like a slough climbing a tree. Each dimple, scratch from the cold unforgiving ground from where she has fallen to, many times before, her imperfections only blossom her undeniable perfections. She is my skater girl.

My fingers play with the smooth skin beneath, I envy them, as for every second they are touching this angelic flesh it must feel like a thousand Christmases rolled into one. The joy of waking up realising it's that day; the day you've been counting down to has arrived. You fling back the covers in rush of excitement, springing to the Christmas tree to open the presents stacked below. Ripping into that first gift you can't contain yourself and you want more. Yes. That is what my fingers feel.

My fingers find their way to her supple, silky, delicate neck. I feel the beat of her pulse against my skin, that hypnotic rhythm calming like an early summer's day with not a cloud in the sky and gentle breeze reminding you that you are still of the Earth and not heaven.

My fingers relax, their job is done.

My eyes wonder to the curved chin of this stunning creature, up to her rosy cheeks which illuminate her sense of humour. To find out how funny she thought something was just peering at how red her cheeks are will tell you.

My eyes glance to her smile. Her smile will put to shame any light with her orient of double pearls. But her smile shows her compassion, care in other people. You can see it as soon as you see her, whether she's miles down the road or beside you, offering a shoulder to cry on.

My eyes move across to her blond hair. The colour of which makes the sun envious in its jealous sky. So it conjures up rain in spite. They don't know the blond, nothing can get her down, and she will gladly dance in the rain if it will bring a smile.

My eyes fall to her lips. The lips I now know so well. Words can lie. Her lips can't. Her lips tell me more about how she feels than any words spoken.

My eyes capture hers. Those eyes. Her eyes reveal her heart. They transpire her hopes, dreams, thoughts, love. Her eyes, her ocean deep eyes. You cannot help but be in awe of their majestic beauty.

"Miley?" her voice flows through me like fingers trailing lazily through a lake.

"Yes?" I look down to the flower I hold in my arms.

"What time is it?"

I glance to the news channel that's on the TV, looking at the clock in the corner of the screen, "It's almost 2am."

"We should go to bed then though I wish we could stay up for a bit longer, I enjoy being awake in your arms."

"I will turn the clocks back then."

"What do you mean?"

"I will turn back time by one hour, just for you, watch," I point to the time on the TV news channel.

1.58am........1.59am........1.00am

"How'd you do that?" Lilly asks sleep starting to get the better of her.

"Magic," I whisper into her ear as she drifts off. I pick up the TV remote next to me.

....and don't forget turn your clocks back by one hour as it's the end of the summer time-

And turn off the TV.

"Goodnight, Lilly."

Author's note: Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Review if you wish to.