He didn’t know what to say. He never knew what to say. Just knew that something had t
He didn’t know what to say. He never knew what to say. Just knew that something had to be said, and that meant opening his mouth. The silence was mocking him, and he wasn’t the type to be mocked. “Forget it. Push it from your mind like the kind of mess it’s totally ok to shove under the carpet.” She shifted against him, a full-body frown. Fuck. Try again. “It doesn’t matter in the slightest. What matters is that you’re here, and I’m right next to you. We’re the kind of double team that literally can take on the world, because fuck the world.” She moved again, but this one was a smile. Relief flooded through him. “I’ve got you.” He suppressed a chuckle. Pause. Rephrase. “You’re mine.” He relaxed into it, confidence filling him like gasoline at the pump. “And if you think for even the slightest moment that means that I’m not going to bleed for you…” He didn’t need to finish. She was cradling her head against his neck, and that was all the answer he needed. The silence yawned again, but it was a sleepy, pleasant acceptance this time. It wasn’t air that needed to be filled, and he left it empty. Just an arm around her shoulder, just a head against her’s. Air teased up his nose, her smell. She tiled her head up, about to say something. Thank you, maybe. You didn’t have to say anything, perhaps. Something along those lines. He didn’t give her the chance. Her lips against his, the best kind of communication. -- source link
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