Aurelia
as if you were on fire
from within
from within
He smiles again, finally, and she's missed seeing it the entire time. When her heart sank deep into her chest, threatening to fall apart with their relationship. But she managed, after putting up such an unnecessary struggle, to tell him the truth of the matter. It wasn't easy for her, none of this is. It doesn't just come to her, she doesn't have much experience, but with Milo things at least have always felt more natural. It feels right when she lets go around him, and wrong when she doesn't. Which makes it.. good, doesn't it? She wants to believe that it does.
She would do anything for him, especially to keep that smile on his face. So she attacks him again and, as her fingers crawl and jab over his ribs, her smile broadens with his laughter and struggle. Until she's giggling too, even as his hands capture her wrists easily.
That's not fair, he says, and she sits there, more up on his lap now, unfazed. Her gaze focuses on his smile. "Hey!" She pipes up, sounding as if she might argue. Instead, her laugh fades, replaced by a more loving expression, more needy. She leans back in toward him, hands in his, nudging his nose with hers, and her eyes hover back over those honey-brown depths.
"Kiss me. Please." She needs to feel it, the full extent of his feelings - and she needs to show him hers, too. She needs it to pull her away from everything else, even if just for a moment, to make the world stop spinning.
She would do anything for him, especially to keep that smile on his face. So she attacks him again and, as her fingers crawl and jab over his ribs, her smile broadens with his laughter and struggle. Until she's giggling too, even as his hands capture her wrists easily.
That's not fair, he says, and she sits there, more up on his lap now, unfazed. Her gaze focuses on his smile. "Hey!" She pipes up, sounding as if she might argue. Instead, her laugh fades, replaced by a more loving expression, more needy. She leans back in toward him, hands in his, nudging his nose with hers, and her eyes hover back over those honey-brown depths.
"Kiss me. Please." She needs to feel it, the full extent of his feelings - and she needs to show him hers, too. She needs it to pull her away from everything else, even if just for a moment, to make the world stop spinning.
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin
in the lining of your skin
