[She definitely, definitely doesn't deserve this, and curls closer into him with another shaky wash of breath. He's so good, and she's--a lot of things, but mostly sorry and grateful, the weight of each shifting with each second that passes and he hasn't just completely run out of patience for her entirely. How lucky she is, to have this--to have him. How humbled, how--still overwhelmed, but less overwhelmingly so.
Her shoulders shudder and her breath hitches again, and the little light that swells in her chest is pure and bright, more than a little closer to the same feeling as his, as best as she can reflect it.]
[In the face of that light, something in him melts, a little - goes soft and wondering, shivery and grateful and amazed. He can't help but press in closer to that glow, can't help but let it wash over him. He gathers it close, almost furtive. He basks in it, self-conscious for how badly he wants it, and radiates warmth out in return]
[When his eyes start to sting, he closes them - takes a shaky breath in, and presses a kiss to her hair]
[She finds that his (her) emotions are not quite as overwhelming once she's figured out the shape of that center-of-the-heart feeling and how to produce it--figured out how to let a few more of the walls blocking its light crumble, so that its shine might actually make it back out to him.
And even though it kind of still is too tight in her chest and her throat and her eyes, it's not the devastation she'd been afraid of, and it's much better than the vice-like squeeze of even a few moments before, drowning in emotion she had no idea how to process.
(She is still not really sure about that part, but at least the pressure isn't quite so high.)
Somehow, she hadn't expected the feeling of him feeling her feelings to be so--good--but it is awesomely, selfishly so, the very definition of a guilty pleasure. Mind, she wants him to feel all of those things, and even if it wasn't the intent, she is fiercely glad that he's feeling them because of her, even and in spite of how (unworthy) lucky she is to even have this chance.
Even so, it's gratifying to feel her same uneven flutter in his breath--deeper in his chest, in his soul. She can't exactly be the stable rock to keep him from going adrift at the moment, but they can at least drift off together, and can probably figure things out from wherever they end up.
She shivers under the light pressure of his kiss and noses into the space where his jawbone meets his ear, just where his pulse would be; sneaks her hand up under the hem of his shirt, so she can feel his skin against hers--as if that would allow the emotions to transfer that much more smoothly.]
[He's fine to get caught in the current and drift away, as long as it's with her - content, and more than content, to go wherever the tide takes them. It seems less like being set adrift when it's like this, and more like setting sail to find a new horizon]
[He shivers, at the feel of her pressing into the sensitive skin along his jawbone - shivers a little harder, when her hand finds bare skin]
[His own hands smooth their way along the skin of her back again, there under her shirt; he curls in a little further, to press another kiss to her hair. The feeling in his chest is swelling bright and almost unbearably warm, like the midday sun, and he clutches her light close in turn, basking in it with a dawning wonder that does nothing for the stinging in his eyes]
[She just--stays there for a while, breath a little ragged and face a little damp against his neck, but eventually she evens out, a tide settling after a storm, and her grip on him goes less desperate but no less secure.
She nuzzles in again, Eskimo kisses against his neck--suns herself in that feeling like the first clear day after rainy season. It's probably only thanks to being sundrunk on it that she actually attempts to speak, though it's a low murmur, as if trying not to break whatever spell means things can be like this for a little longer]
[His laugh is a shaky, wondering kind of thing, a little rough around the edges]
[His thumb strokes along the skin of her back, a gentle side to side]
[He's so happy it aches, low in his chest; so awash in warmth and light and love that the excess has filled in all the cracks and empty spaces, left nothing but this single perfect moment and the feel of her in his arms]
Whaaat? Have you heard yourself saying such sacrilege?
[Her voice is warm and lazy, too distracted by his joy to worry too much about...much of anything, actually. She shifts comfortably against him, just for the reminder that he’s there—or that she is, since all there is in her senses is him, his heart pouring out as warm and soothing as the sunlight above]
I know, right? Pretty sure I'm breaking some kinda law.
[His thumb keeps up its lazy back and forth motion, gentle. The rise and fall of her chest against him, the steady beat of her heart, the knowledge that for once she isn't worried about anything - it's all a lot, in the very best kind of way]
[It is a lot; something that would be more flustering if most anything negative didn't just shrivel so easily in the wake of his light, beaten down the rest of the way by the pulse of his emotion. It feels incredibly odd to just be unable to stop smiling, but there are definitely worse feelings out there]
Have fun in jail. Don't worry, I'll bake you a cake with a rasp in it.
[It's hard not to press this one to him, cradling it nearer - hard to keep himself from swinging the doors wide and letting it all flow in. In among that center-of-the-heart feeling, there's contentment so deep it feels almost physical, the warm, heavy weight of a blanket drawn in close]
Man, and here I thought I was gonna have to dig out with a spoon.
[She's got the warm and heavy part down at least. Between his heat beneath her and the sun above, she feels lax and comfortable as being in the bath--though it's her overworked emotional muscles that are being soothed in the warmth. Next time, more stretching, perhaps... She yawns, exhausted, either way; curls in closer even as she picks back up]
[There is not especially any want to move from here anytime soon; the warmth is good, and the closeness is better. His thumb still trails back and forth, gentle]
[Falls silent after that; loses whatever momentum she’d been building in the face of a contentment sticky sweet as honey. Her hands shift a little on his back, fingers wisping over his skin very slow.]
[This doesn't even come out sounding teasingly accusatory, just soft and fuzzy, like recalling a pleasant memory. Shivers comfortably into the touch with another little sigh. If she were a cat she'd be purring, and she spends a long dreamy moment like this, drifting on the soft rise and fall of his chest, breathing in his scent.
Eventually it occurs to her to continue, and her voice rumbles to life, rusty and soft]
[There's a soft swell of something in his chest at the words, warm and full and almost unbearably fond. He presses another kiss to her hair, because he's allowed to, and he wants to, and it's a marvel that she's this close, that the warm silk of her hair feels this way through his fingers]
I figure... maybe it'll be better, like this. For, like - for both of us.
[It's a hum of agreement, but more than that--hopeful, and intimate, and--careful, almost, as if she's afraid she'll make a misstep and it'll all be gone, somehow, lost despite how greedily she holds it close. A slow beat, and she attempts to send some of her own warmth, share the sense of calm and safety and home she feels just being with him, and hugs him a little more securely]
[He'd meant sleeping - that the closeness, the soft echo of emotions might take the edge off the nightmares, for once]
[But this - this is even better. The reply sends a flutter of surprise through him, bright and dizzy and full of hope. That sense of safety, that sense of home, makes his eyes sting, so warm and so perfect that it blindsides him]
[He presses reassurance out her way, a burgeoning sense of quiet joy, a reflection of that feeling of home. His fingers are still moving in her hair, steady and gentle; his voice, when he speaks, is a little unsteady]
[Draws it closer, self-conscious at her greed but hoarding it nonetheless. Her chest is swelled full again, thankful, thankful. When she smiles back up at him, it's wobbly, but broad.]
[The smile he turns back her way is just as wide, just as wobbly. His eyes are maybe suspiciously wet, but probably that's okay. Certainly none of the things he's feeling is sad]
[Just smiles up at him, a little lopsided, for a comfortably long few moments. Then she scoots up to kiss him again, not the heated, hormone-driven urgency of earlier, but more a simple, pure pleasure at just being here like this; instead of a 'please,' more a 'thank you']
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Her shoulders shudder and her breath hitches again, and the little light that swells in her chest is pure and bright, more than a little closer to the same feeling as his, as best as she can reflect it.]
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[When his eyes start to sting, he closes them - takes a shaky breath in, and presses a kiss to her hair]
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And even though it kind of still is too tight in her chest and her throat and her eyes, it's not the devastation she'd been afraid of, and it's much better than the vice-like squeeze of even a few moments before, drowning in emotion she had no idea how to process.
(She is still not really sure about that part, but at least the pressure isn't quite so high.)
Somehow, she hadn't expected the feeling of him feeling her feelings to be so--good--but it is awesomely, selfishly so, the very definition of a guilty pleasure. Mind, she wants him to feel all of those things, and even if it wasn't the intent, she is fiercely glad that he's feeling them because of her, even and in spite of how (unworthy) lucky she is to even have this chance.
Even so, it's gratifying to feel her same uneven flutter in his breath--deeper in his chest, in his soul. She can't exactly be the stable rock to keep him from going adrift at the moment, but they can at least drift off together, and can probably figure things out from wherever they end up.
She shivers under the light pressure of his kiss and noses into the space where his jawbone meets his ear, just where his pulse would be; sneaks her hand up under the hem of his shirt, so she can feel his skin against hers--as if that would allow the emotions to transfer that much more smoothly.]
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[He shivers, at the feel of her pressing into the sensitive skin along his jawbone - shivers a little harder, when her hand finds bare skin]
[His own hands smooth their way along the skin of her back again, there under her shirt; he curls in a little further, to press another kiss to her hair. The feeling in his chest is swelling bright and almost unbearably warm, like the midday sun, and he clutches her light close in turn, basking in it with a dawning wonder that does nothing for the stinging in his eyes]
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She nuzzles in again, Eskimo kisses against his neck--suns herself in that feeling like the first clear day after rainy season. It's probably only thanks to being sundrunk on it that she actually attempts to speak, though it's a low murmur, as if trying not to break whatever spell means things can be like this for a little longer]
...Think the ice cream melted...
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[His thumb strokes along the skin of her back, a gentle side to side]
[He's so happy it aches, low in his chest; so awash in warmth and light and love that the excess has filled in all the cracks and empty spaces, left nothing but this single perfect moment and the feel of her in his arms]
There's better stuff than ice cream.
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[Her voice is warm and lazy, too distracted by his joy to worry too much about...much of anything, actually. She shifts comfortably against him, just for the reminder that he’s there—or that she is, since all there is in her senses is him, his heart pouring out as warm and soothing as the sunlight above]
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[His thumb keeps up its lazy back and forth motion, gentle. The rise and fall of her chest against him, the steady beat of her heart, the knowledge that for once she isn't worried about anything - it's all a lot, in the very best kind of way]
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Have fun in jail. Don't worry, I'll bake you a cake with a rasp in it.
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[It's hard not to press this one to him, cradling it nearer - hard to keep himself from swinging the doors wide and letting it all flow in. In among that center-of-the-heart feeling, there's contentment so deep it feels almost physical, the warm, heavy weight of a blanket drawn in close]
Man, and here I thought I was gonna have to dig out with a spoon.
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[She's got the warm and heavy part down at least. Between his heat beneath her and the sun above, she feels lax and comfortable as being in the bath--though it's her overworked emotional muscles that are being soothed in the warmth. Next time, more stretching, perhaps... She yawns, exhausted, either way; curls in closer even as she picks back up]
...Should prolly get up.
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[There is not especially any want to move from here anytime soon; the warmth is good, and the closeness is better. His thumb still trails back and forth, gentle]
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[Falls silent after that; loses whatever momentum she’d been building in the face of a contentment sticky sweet as honey. Her hands shift a little on his back, fingers wisping over his skin very slow.]
...Gonna fall asleep. Too comf’table.
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S'worse places to sleep.
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...You?
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[One of his hands drifts up from her back to settle at the nape of her neck. His fingers stroke through the short hair there, gentle]
...sounds kinda nice.
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[This doesn't even come out sounding teasingly accusatory, just soft and fuzzy, like recalling a pleasant memory. Shivers comfortably into the touch with another little sigh. If she were a cat she'd be purring, and she spends a long dreamy moment like this, drifting on the soft rise and fall of his chest, breathing in his scent.
Eventually it occurs to her to continue, and her voice rumbles to life, rusty and soft]
...I'll be here. So's should be okay.
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I figure... maybe it'll be better, like this. For, like - for both of us.
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[It's a hum of agreement, but more than that--hopeful, and intimate, and--careful, almost, as if she's afraid she'll make a misstep and it'll all be gone, somehow, lost despite how greedily she holds it close. A slow beat, and she attempts to send some of her own warmth, share the sense of calm and safety and home she feels just being with him, and hugs him a little more securely]
...I mean. Plenty of time to find out.
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[But this - this is even better. The reply sends a flutter of surprise through him, bright and dizzy and full of hope. That sense of safety, that sense of home, makes his eyes sting, so warm and so perfect that it blindsides him]
...yeah. Yeah, that's -
That sounds good.
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[Suddenly shy and self-conscious, as if maybe having overplayed her hand, but--well. She ducks her head a little, cheek warm against his shoulder]
...Cool.
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...yeah.
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