Seem to remember a friend of Arkady’s named Jamie, nice-looking fellow who smelled of honey, but I never had much to do with him except that day in the riot. I think that’s the matter of nicknames put away, thank God, and without her even asking after my family. Maybe she’ll forget to think of something else. Still… “Thanks, sweetheart.” And can’t help but sound relieved.
I pretty much know what’s coming when she smirks and sets the plate aside carefully. I reach an arm up and pull her against me when she leans down. The kiss is gentle, and she tastes like jam and coffee. I have missed this, the warm and softness of her, all but bare under the shirt she sleeps in. The way she doesn’t make me do anything I’m not already wanting to. “Oh, God,” I whisper, when I can draw breath, and it’s anything but a blasphemy. “Come here.” I roll a little until I’m mostly facing her, drawing her in as I do. Close feels good right about now. A lot of things may have gone to hell for me in this town, but this hasn’t.
It’s just a hug, a tame thing to trade for all she’s doing for me. It’s mostly because I want it, too, I guess, and it feels good on this morning when I can barely keep my eyes open. “Thank you,” I tell her again. “For this and everything. Don’t know many girls who’d do this for someone they didn’t have a…claim on. You won’t regret it, I promise.” Hope that was the right way to say all that. Just feeling really grateful right about now, is all.
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Date: 2011-06-19 04:40 am (UTC)I pretty much know what’s coming when she smirks and sets the plate aside carefully. I reach an arm up and pull her against me when she leans down. The kiss is gentle, and she tastes like jam and coffee. I have missed this, the warm and softness of her, all but bare under the shirt she sleeps in. The way she doesn’t make me do anything I’m not already wanting to. “Oh, God,” I whisper, when I can draw breath, and it’s anything but a blasphemy. “Come here.” I roll a little until I’m mostly facing her, drawing her in as I do. Close feels good right about now. A lot of things may have gone to hell for me in this town, but this hasn’t.
It’s just a hug, a tame thing to trade for all she’s doing for me. It’s mostly because I want it, too, I guess, and it feels good on this morning when I can barely keep my eyes open. “Thank you,” I tell her again. “For this and everything. Don’t know many girls who’d do this for someone they didn’t have a…claim on. You won’t regret it, I promise.” Hope that was the right way to say all that. Just feeling really grateful right about now, is all.