[ he's much better at communicating through this than he is with words, at least with words that matter, ones that can meet the weight of hers and express just how much she's holding him steady, how she's seeing him in a way that he hasn't been seen in a very long time.
this is how it had all started too, with a spontaneous kiss, with hunger lips seeking distraction and taste, but it feels different than it had been when she'd first kissed him in his room, when they shied away from truths that she had yet to fully share with him. she knows them now, and even more surprisingly, is that she knows things about him he never expected to say, things he hadn't even realized he had hoped to keep shielding away from her.
but she sees him, right past elias ryker's sleeve, right past eyes not his own, to see the takeshi kovacs within — the boy inside the man.
he's breathless, wanting her still as she climbs up to press closer to him, his palms grazing over her hips, rounding back to wrap around her back, sliding his touch up across her spine. when she draws back, he doesn't move, remaining close even as his breath shakes with the gentle touch she presents at his cheek.
what she says, he doesn't realize how much he needs those words until they're out there, until he breathes in her voice saying them right to him. his lips press to her cheek, shifting to kiss the other, before he moves to her nose, up and up to her brow, gentle and lingering with each peck. each one voicing the silence of his appreciation.
reeling back, he gets another look at her, a longer stare of those eyes just entranced by her, reaching up with his fingers to brush back her hair before he comes in again for her mouth, hungry and wanting. ]
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this is how it had all started too, with a spontaneous kiss, with hunger lips seeking distraction and taste, but it feels different than it had been when she'd first kissed him in his room, when they shied away from truths that she had yet to fully share with him. she knows them now, and even more surprisingly, is that she knows things about him he never expected to say, things he hadn't even realized he had hoped to keep shielding away from her.
but she sees him, right past elias ryker's sleeve, right past eyes not his own, to see the takeshi kovacs within — the boy inside the man.
he's breathless, wanting her still as she climbs up to press closer to him, his palms grazing over her hips, rounding back to wrap around her back, sliding his touch up across her spine. when she draws back, he doesn't move, remaining close even as his breath shakes with the gentle touch she presents at his cheek.
what she says, he doesn't realize how much he needs those words until they're out there, until he breathes in her voice saying them right to him. his lips press to her cheek, shifting to kiss the other, before he moves to her nose, up and up to her brow, gentle and lingering with each peck. each one voicing the silence of his appreciation.
reeling back, he gets another look at her, a longer stare of those eyes just entranced by her, reaching up with his fingers to brush back her hair before he comes in again for her mouth, hungry and wanting. ]