Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
The way he flushes is adorable, the way he turns away. It’s so unlike something she would ever do, and maybe that’s why she likes it so much. It’s so very honest and open. Not that she is not, but she always finds a joke to hide behind, or she wears confidence even when she does not feel it. ”You do seem to deal very well with me,” she agrees, because it was true.
She chuckles at that. ”Well I would think so. It at least included the word hot,” she says, a little purr in her voice at that, a little teasing, though not overly so.
She raises an eyebrow, giving him a look as he leaves that tidbit dangling in the air without any indication he’d tell her what. She doesn’t even have guesses, which is strange, given that she’s the one charging (or not) for the drink, which makes her all the more curious. ”Are you going to leave a girl hanging like that?” Her lower lip juts out slightly, and she tries to put on her best puppy dog face, though it’s somewhat marred by the smirk underneath. Still, at the next quip she grins. ”I can handle double,” she says, sliding just a bit closer to him.
His hand on her cheek is a gentle, soft thing. Her fingers continue to play with his hair, her mouth on his, yielding and demanding in turn. There is no rush behind it, but there is something hungry in her kiss, a starving woman finally given a proper meal.
Her hands twine behind his back, one thumb running lazily over the muscles there. He is not particularly muscular, and she finds bone as easily as muscle, though he is strong nonetheless, in his own way. ”Well, I admit I am happy to help you with that reputation.” Perhaps she would be the whole reason, or perhaps not, though the idea of the former is not necessarily frightening. No, rather, she’s simply willing to see what happens. ”Though if my brother tries to stab you, which I suspect he will, I apologize in advance.” Her tone is teasing, though the statement is very true. She cannot imagine the fights that might ensue if this does go somewhere.
”You are kind of wonderful,” she says, eyes on his, a smile on her face and honesty in her voice. He kisses her again softly, and she melts into it slightly, one hand coming to cup the side of his neck. ”I wouldn’t say it if it were not true. And I think you are worth being endlessly patient for.” Unlike him, she doesn’t turn away. She doesn’t blush. She just stays there, her thumb brushing lightly over his ear, her forehead against his.
She chuckles at that. ”Well I would think so. It at least included the word hot,” she says, a little purr in her voice at that, a little teasing, though not overly so.
She raises an eyebrow, giving him a look as he leaves that tidbit dangling in the air without any indication he’d tell her what. She doesn’t even have guesses, which is strange, given that she’s the one charging (or not) for the drink, which makes her all the more curious. ”Are you going to leave a girl hanging like that?” Her lower lip juts out slightly, and she tries to put on her best puppy dog face, though it’s somewhat marred by the smirk underneath. Still, at the next quip she grins. ”I can handle double,” she says, sliding just a bit closer to him.
His hand on her cheek is a gentle, soft thing. Her fingers continue to play with his hair, her mouth on his, yielding and demanding in turn. There is no rush behind it, but there is something hungry in her kiss, a starving woman finally given a proper meal.
Her hands twine behind his back, one thumb running lazily over the muscles there. He is not particularly muscular, and she finds bone as easily as muscle, though he is strong nonetheless, in his own way. ”Well, I admit I am happy to help you with that reputation.” Perhaps she would be the whole reason, or perhaps not, though the idea of the former is not necessarily frightening. No, rather, she’s simply willing to see what happens. ”Though if my brother tries to stab you, which I suspect he will, I apologize in advance.” Her tone is teasing, though the statement is very true. She cannot imagine the fights that might ensue if this does go somewhere.
”You are kind of wonderful,” she says, eyes on his, a smile on her face and honesty in her voice. He kisses her again softly, and she melts into it slightly, one hand coming to cup the side of his neck. ”I wouldn’t say it if it were not true. And I think you are worth being endlessly patient for.” Unlike him, she doesn’t turn away. She doesn’t blush. She just stays there, her thumb brushing lightly over his ear, her forehead against his.
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
