Rapture
somewhere between the sand and the stardust
As though he is reading her mind, he is there next to her, his strength supporting her slender frame, bolstering her in ways she had not anticipated. She is not a creature made for reticence, for coldness, and his heat draws her in like little else could. She presses closer, until blue melds almost perfectly with dark mahogany. Delicate head tipping, she leans into him, her lips finding his skin, as though she might find the words she wishes to say buried there.
For a long moment, she remains silent, allowing the soft press of her body to say what her words cannot. She has never needed to justify herself before, to explain her family, their over protective nature. And Levi is different. Special in a way she cannot quite name. She is grateful he had remained, had seen that messy encounter through. And she is afraid he might yet leave. That he might disappear before she knows if she can find him again.
It is a difficult quandary. One she cannot quite put into words.
Finally, with a brief shake of her head, she withdraws slightly. Just enough that she can find his gaze, though she cannot quite bring herself withdraw her touch entirely. Pale, soft blue meets the fire of his eyes, earnest and true, before flicking away to find something on the ground a few feet ahead of them. Shaking her head again, she attempts to elucidate, “It’s just that… my father… my… family, they’re, well, protective. And I...”
She closes her mouth then, brow furrowing as she considers how else to say what it is she needs to. How to tell him that she is too soft, so very unlike her family. That they worry. They worry because she is so different.
Abruptly, her gaze jumps up, returning to his as she changes the subject. There would be time later for him to learn of her flaws. “Bring me with you,” she pleads, pale eyes wide, almost hopeful. “I want to see where you live.”
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I
