06-29-2016, 11:23 PM
Her lips pressing just beside my cheek distract me from my stuttering explanation, and I have to stop myself from turning my face into hers, from pressing my lips against the corner of her mouth. From turning that gentle touch into something more. My breathing picks up as she smiles against my skin, and the way her lips move, so close to mine, makes my heart skip a beat. I may be able to stop myself from kissing her, but I can't quite help the way I lean into her touch just a little, the gentlest encouragement as my eyes drift closed, the better to feel her lips on my face.
Oh, and then she speaks. I stop breathing when her mouth leaves my skin. Just for a moment, my breath catches in longing and I barely manage not to step into her, closing the distance between her lips and mine. Her voice is charged with emotion, and I struggle to listen to her words instead of just watching the way her mouth wraps itself around them, shaping themw ith lips and teeth and tongue.
I nod, agreeing with everything she says before I even really process the meaning, too busy staring at her face in the dark to keep up. And then the words sink in, and I can feel my own lips curving slowly, so slowly into a smile more radiant than I've ever felt on my face before. “Really?” I ask, barely daring to say the word for fear of shattering the delicate, beautiful something taking shape between us. A future where we belong, her and me, and we make a place for other little lost boys and girls to belong too.
“Yeah, that's...that's part of why I don't feel like I fit here. Because...because what room is there for you, or for Mari or Lissie, other than belonging to someone and making babies? That's not fair. And it doesn't make sense, either. You're so much more. N-not that there's anything wrong with making babies.” Oh, I have never been more thankful for the cover of darkness than I am at this moment. Because the thought of what exactly that would entail has my heart hammering in my chest, sets my skin on fire, makes me duck my head and lock my eyes on the ground. What was she saying?
“Y-yeah. M-me too. I don't think kingdom life is for me. But. I mean, a herd. The right one. Where it's, you know, a safe place for kids without families. That sounds like...it sounds like something worthwhile. Something that would make me feel...less like I'm taking too much from the world, because I'd be doing something good too. Something beautiful. You know? It sounds selfish, but I think that it would help me a lot. To know that I was making a difference.”
Oh, her lips, they brush so softly against my nose, and mine ache to touch her. But no, no, she's just excited about the idea of us doing some good in this world, providing a home for abandoned children. That was an innocent little kiss, nothing more. She's your sister. So I smile back at her, thanking whatever gods there may be that the dark will hide the quiet yearning in my eyes long enough for it to fade. “I'm so glad you like the idea. It feels...it feels right, you know?”
Oh, and then she speaks. I stop breathing when her mouth leaves my skin. Just for a moment, my breath catches in longing and I barely manage not to step into her, closing the distance between her lips and mine. Her voice is charged with emotion, and I struggle to listen to her words instead of just watching the way her mouth wraps itself around them, shaping themw ith lips and teeth and tongue.
I nod, agreeing with everything she says before I even really process the meaning, too busy staring at her face in the dark to keep up. And then the words sink in, and I can feel my own lips curving slowly, so slowly into a smile more radiant than I've ever felt on my face before. “Really?” I ask, barely daring to say the word for fear of shattering the delicate, beautiful something taking shape between us. A future where we belong, her and me, and we make a place for other little lost boys and girls to belong too.
“Yeah, that's...that's part of why I don't feel like I fit here. Because...because what room is there for you, or for Mari or Lissie, other than belonging to someone and making babies? That's not fair. And it doesn't make sense, either. You're so much more. N-not that there's anything wrong with making babies.” Oh, I have never been more thankful for the cover of darkness than I am at this moment. Because the thought of what exactly that would entail has my heart hammering in my chest, sets my skin on fire, makes me duck my head and lock my eyes on the ground. What was she saying?
“Y-yeah. M-me too. I don't think kingdom life is for me. But. I mean, a herd. The right one. Where it's, you know, a safe place for kids without families. That sounds like...it sounds like something worthwhile. Something that would make me feel...less like I'm taking too much from the world, because I'd be doing something good too. Something beautiful. You know? It sounds selfish, but I think that it would help me a lot. To know that I was making a difference.”
Oh, her lips, they brush so softly against my nose, and mine ache to touch her. But no, no, she's just excited about the idea of us doing some good in this world, providing a home for abandoned children. That was an innocent little kiss, nothing more. She's your sister. So I smile back at her, thanking whatever gods there may be that the dark will hide the quiet yearning in my eyes long enough for it to fade. “I'm so glad you like the idea. It feels...it feels right, you know?”