Breathe. She has to tell herself to do it more than once, because god knows that after that she can barely think, let alone trust her body to go through a basic automated function such as inhaling, or exhaling.
She has to breathe, but she can’t, because he’s on top of her and even though her eyes are tightly closed, she can feel his weight against her, can feel herself smiling into a lingering kiss without even intending to, and god... That god she doesn’t believe in, oh, she’ll invoke them right now because god alone knows how this whole set of circumstances came together just so.
But she breathes and untangles her aching hands from the sheets, relaxes the tight grip her legs have on him only enough so that he can move away if he’d like. When he doesn’t, she finally opens her eyes.
Looking back at her is something she thought she’d never see. There’s something more than satisfied lust in those eyes, a gentleness, perhaps even a tinge of admiration. And she knows her own eyes are betraying her, too, admiration and latent affection that she won’t ever put words to unless absolutely pressed. There’s no need to. There never had been before, and tonight, even if everything else changes, the fact that they’ve learned to understand without words won’t.
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catherine x jacob | halo (M RATED)
5/6/13 10:26 (UTC)She has to breathe, but she can’t, because he’s on top of her and even though her eyes are tightly closed, she can feel his weight against her, can feel herself smiling into a lingering kiss without even intending to, and god... That god she doesn’t believe in, oh, she’ll invoke them right now because god alone knows how this whole set of circumstances came together just so.
But she breathes and untangles her aching hands from the sheets, relaxes the tight grip her legs have on him only enough so that he can move away if he’d like. When he doesn’t, she finally opens her eyes.
Looking back at her is something she thought she’d never see. There’s something more than satisfied lust in those eyes, a gentleness, perhaps even a tinge of admiration. And she knows her own eyes are betraying her, too, admiration and latent affection that she won’t ever put words to unless absolutely pressed. There’s no need to. There never had been before, and tonight, even if everything else changes, the fact that they’ve learned to understand without words won’t.