It's the sound of a fist ringing against the metal wall that jolts Faye out of the haze, her entire body tense, and a flash of fear passing before her eyes. The last thing that she wants to see is this. Now. The days of expecting romance are long gone for her, and she knows this is only now, this is only the moment, a moment that may well disappear as soon as night turns to day, passing through their fingers like so much sand. God, it shouldn't mean anything. Shouldn't mean half as much as it does. But he's not looking at her, and somehow, it matters enough, enough that her hands scramble for his jaw, lips hovering only inches away from his.
She asks for an apology with eyes bright, though what it's for, she still isn't sure she entirely knows. Intimacy hangs around them like a shroud, one that the fire can't quite touch, and this time when Faye leans in, it's to kiss the corner of his mouth, her thumb running down his cheek, even as the kiss is punctuated by a gasp as a thrill passes through her, to her toes, sending a small shudder through her. Forcing her free hand to drag down his side, holding him close.
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Date: 2011-10-14 05:58 am (UTC)She asks for an apology with eyes bright, though what it's for, she still isn't sure she entirely knows. Intimacy hangs around them like a shroud, one that the fire can't quite touch, and this time when Faye leans in, it's to kiss the corner of his mouth, her thumb running down his cheek, even as the kiss is punctuated by a gasp as a thrill passes through her, to her toes, sending a small shudder through her. Forcing her free hand to drag down his side, holding him close.