she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
He recoils in mock affront and already the Shield misses him, yearns to reclaim the proximity, the feeling of his breath upon her neck, his heartbeat on her chest. Never patient, ever greedy, she will not give him room to escape - she made that offer a year ago, opened doors and windows for him to leap through, implored him to free himself from her before he became entrenched, entwined.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
And now? Now it is too late for him to evade. He is hers, and she is a jealous beast, loyal and loving and fierce as the sun.
Hands slip at last from his fingers to trail their way up scar-crossed arms, over muscles, slowly, slowly, inching ever toward the light. With each passing moment she pulls herself closer, anchors him to her in the raging storm: until their bodies are pressed together, until her hands are in his hair, until she stands upon her tiptoes and pulls his face down to her lips. Dark eyes flicker twixt vibrant blue ones; a flush burns copper on her cheeks. "You," she whispers, breathes, beseeches, begging him to steal her into a kiss.
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
