But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
The laughter continues, a wave of mirth as tension breaks within you. And to your delight it is joined in a chorus, the redhead's own voice rising in a duet against your baritone. The ring of it brightens the house, brings life to dark corners that used to ring with mischief and music; you wonder how you lived without it for so long. How you're going to go back to living without it when he's gone.
You don't have a very good answer for his very good question, but it's enough to cause you to catch your breath, the laughter fading to chuckles, a warm grin on your face. At least Red knows you're laughing with him, rather than at him.
With a shake of your head you stride forward, closing the space between you easily enough. He looks so warm and bright and alive, standing there all domestic and shit, making tea and washing your dishes and just sort of... fitting. It's a bizarre thing, and it makes you chuckle all over again as you come to stop just in front of him, close enough you could cup his cheek and pull him into a kiss.
Which you don't do, for the record. But you absolutely could.
"Yer cute when y'laugh. Oughta do it more." You reach behind him, brushing your hand over his arm... and grab the cup of tea, bringing it to your lips, a playful smile still teasing the edges.
Okay, okay. Now you'll stop flirting. Promise.
Moving away suddenlylest you do something you regret, you jerk your head toward the door, motioning for him to follow. "Anyway- I dunno what you're laughin' about, but I find it pretty damn amusin' y'managed t'get me more flustered than I've been since I was a virgin. Didn' anyone tell ya you're s'posed t'warn a fella better, when it's his first time? Excited or overwhelmed my ass." Your warm tone and rumbling laugh soften any real chastisement in the words, and you reach up with your empty hand to wipe away the embarrassed flush that's spread over your neck and cheeks.
You don't have a very good answer for his very good question, but it's enough to cause you to catch your breath, the laughter fading to chuckles, a warm grin on your face. At least Red knows you're laughing with him, rather than at him.
With a shake of your head you stride forward, closing the space between you easily enough. He looks so warm and bright and alive, standing there all domestic and shit, making tea and washing your dishes and just sort of... fitting. It's a bizarre thing, and it makes you chuckle all over again as you come to stop just in front of him, close enough you could cup his cheek and pull him into a kiss.
Which you don't do, for the record. But you absolutely could.
"Yer cute when y'laugh. Oughta do it more." You reach behind him, brushing your hand over his arm... and grab the cup of tea, bringing it to your lips, a playful smile still teasing the edges.
Okay, okay. Now you'll stop flirting. Promise.
Moving away suddenly
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
Base Code by Sky!
