There is an urgency across the bond that Noah matches as she moved her body. The hunter leaned back, letting her crawl over him and envelope him. His hands moved down without any prompting to rest on her hips. They were gentle, but should any movement be made he wasn't sure how long that gentleness would last. "Cordelia," He started, his eyes never leaving her's, as she took hold of him. Even if he wanted to look away, he wasn't sure that he could. "Stay." He breathed out, his hands running from her hips to the small of her back. "I'll protect you. We can protect each other -- if you want to stay, I won't let you go." His sentence was barely over before his lips were touching hers. He kissed her without reservation, leaning up into her. It had been over a year since Noah had had such affection, but there was something about this embrace that was different. Cordelia had been a part of his life for a long time, if only distantly. As his lips met hers, it was like a puzzle. A piece that had been missing, swept under the rug for too long before finally it was revealed and put in place. One hand slid from the small of her back to her shoulderblades, pressing her body against his as he deepened the kiss, wishing never to forget how sweet she tasted.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
