It's been so very long. (and they've hurt and fought and tried push the other away more times then they care to admit. to themselves or anyone else.)
But now….
He's there.
She's there. (in his arms, though she knows it's not quite safe)
But she likes the danger, the slight edge it has, being there. In his arms.
No one could have seen it. (or… maybe they did, and that's the beauty of it.)
She leans against him lightly (still, even after everything, not quite trusting him) and he (cautiously. possessively.) slides his arms tighter around her.
"Will we last?" She asks, brushing some of his flyaway –leprechaun gold- hair from her eyes.
He smirks (if he can have his way, and he normally does, they will), "Yes."
"Alright." And she leans fully against him, (trusting completely for the first time) smiling, as she feels him cling tighter.
Yes, she can definitely accept that.
And so can he.