Each of the tears that roll down her cheeks captures the sunrise, makes a miniature world of light, and then disappears against her skin or drops away to the earth. They come unbidden and inexplicable, rising from her chest and tightening her throat so that her breaths in those fleeting moments of passion are all the more ragged. Her heart is aching when he slides from her back but she says not a word.
Brigade pulls her close and Kensa closes her eyes slowly when his lips press to her forehead. There are no words between them as they drift through the haze together. The waves are just as loud as before, but their music lulls and sleep wants to pull her under, heavy and intoxicating. Though there are things that need to be said his body is too warm and her will to resist completely lost. Kensa bows her head, tucks it against his muscular neck and exhales giving up the last of her waking breathes for the sweet rhythm of sleep, wordless.
Waking comes slowly and too quick. Vague thoughts, warmly wandering, turn themselves ever more quickly into the sharp edged things of a fully conscious mind. Kensa is surprised by the anxiety that courses beneath her skin when her lashes flutter up. She is drenched in the scent of him, still cannot tell where he begins and she ends. With a soft groan the chestnut turns her face into his neck sighing and blinking against the morning light. “Brigade…” Her voice feels out of use though it can’t have been long and she isn’t sure what else she meant to say. Once she had known how to be vulnerable, to ask the little nagging questions and voice the aching fears but it’s harder now.
It takes her another breath to say something, to ask. “Was this alright?” Was I enough? Have I disappointed you?
She hates to seem fretful and so pulls back to press a kiss to the strong line of his jaw, then just beside the bright white of his fractured blaze. In her chest her heart, ever acclimating to the cruelties she inflicts upon it, flutters in terror like a trapped bird.
@[brigade]
