be

this is your sport

but she's not playing a game

The smile he offers her, however small and gentle it is, relieves some of the tension in her chest and is easily reflected in the small one she offers him in return. “You’re welcome.” She says softly, getting his hair dried and fingercombing it for him as he drops out of the damp and too cold clothes, and she helps where she can to get him dressed up in the warm, plush clothing.

Her iceberg gaze lifts to meet his face when he speaks next, whispering and reaching for her, and her heart swells with relief and love as she goes so willingly into his arms, slipping hers around his as she presses her head hard against his muscled chest. “It’s nothing that you wouldn’t do for me.” She says softly, muffled before her head tilts up and her chin presses against his sternum. “Do you feel up to cake yet? I’ve got tea ready if you wanted to go slow instead?” She feels like she’s asking him a billion questions right now, but she still can’t find it in her to let him go – instead keeping her arms tight around him as she starts to walk them back toward the kitchen and eating area where the tea is still hot and ready, her cup deposited somewhere in her rush to get to the door quickly.

do not think you are safe because you love her

do not think she won't stain her mouth red with your blood too

KIADA