Date: 2016-02-01 06:03 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ablademaiden
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[ A debate she doesn't bother to get into; who felt what first. Truthfully, it doesn't matter, she figures not to him either. She felt first, wonderful. He felt first, wonderful. The firsts for budding feelings doesn't matter as much as other firsts do. It's why she doesn't dwell on it or ask for specifics with when or why he felt what he felt.

She smiles, though it's hidden against his neck. Something to be said for making him feel such a way. Times when she never thought she would be capable of making him feel something such as safe. She would never blame him for not, his past as mysterious and tortured as her own. He has his reasons, as she has hers. Yet here they are, like this, together, somehow.

Fingers caress along his back briefly, listening to the rain outside, then she shifts within his warmth. Here with him, it's just them. No jobs, no tortured pasts, no fights for survival, just them. A moment that will only become a memory as many others shared between them have become.

Knowing that, fingers brush against his cheek, lips pressing against his own then for a kiss. ]
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