The hand in his back pocket made him laugh, and the impish little grin she shot up at him...fuck, it did things to him, things that made him want to grab her face and let every word he wanted to say pour out of him, to find enough words to make her understand and believe and let him feel and be and want her like he did.
He stopped himself from letting them out by bending to give her that kiss she was silently asking for--and still, in that press of lips he felt every word pour out, burning themselves onto her mouth as he pulled her closer and sank into the heat of her body, the way she tasted, the soft and easy way she folded into him.
"Even in an imperfect world, there are always miracles." he murmured when the kiss broke, resting his forehead against hers for a second, grinning like an idiot just because he couldn't stop. He was falling in love, and he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, thought he might die if anyone tried to make him stop.
He will never take this from me. He promised himself silently, looking into her eyes. I will bleed, I will kill, I will torture--I will sell my soul, but I will not give him what's left of my heart.
"C'mon, let's go." he murmured, kissing her quickly one more time before he started to push off the tree she'd backed him into. Finding her hand, he tucked it into the crook of his arm, then left his hand to cover it as they started walking.
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-10 04:39 am (UTC)He stopped himself from letting them out by bending to give her that kiss she was silently asking for--and still, in that press of lips he felt every word pour out, burning themselves onto her mouth as he pulled her closer and sank into the heat of her body, the way she tasted, the soft and easy way she folded into him.
"Even in an imperfect world, there are always miracles." he murmured when the kiss broke, resting his forehead against hers for a second, grinning like an idiot just because he couldn't stop. He was falling in love, and he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, thought he might die if anyone tried to make him stop.
He will never take this from me. He promised himself silently, looking into her eyes. I will bleed, I will kill, I will torture--I will sell my soul, but I will not give him what's left of my heart.
"C'mon, let's go." he murmured, kissing her quickly one more time before he started to push off the tree she'd backed him into. Finding her hand, he tucked it into the crook of his arm, then left his hand to cover it as they started walking.