Just a little BB drabble about the "guy hug" at the end of "The Headless Witch in the Woods."
Disclaimer: Nothing. Is. Mine.
Nothing.
She fit into his arms so perfectly that he was tempted never to let go. He could feel her slender hands wrapped around his back, hoding onto him for friendship and comfort and reassurance—but nothing more.
He'd told her that he'd never had a relationship like this before—like one between two guys, but she was a womoan. He had to admit to himself that the second part just wasn't true. He had never had a relationship like the one he had with her, but he never, ever forgot that she was a woman. A beautiful, intelligent, wonderful woman.
He sighed, feeling her pressed against his chest like this. He desperately wanted to pull back, to meet her eyes and then kiss her—but he held back nonetheless. Now was not the time. He wasn't sure if there would ever be a time, but he was certain that now was not it.
Oh, but he wanted to. His hand was buried in her hair and he could feel the silky auburn strands between his fingers. The smell of her shampoo and her soap and everything that made her her filtered into his nose, making him feel intoxicated and dizzy.
He felt her shaking and he ran his hands up and down her back to soothe her, aware of the fabric sliding over the smooth skin of her back. Taking a deep, shuddering breath to steady himself, he stepped back, holding onto her shoulders—maintaining the contact that he so desperately craved, but distancing himself from inappropriate temptation at the same time. She had her eyes closed, obviously fighting back tears. He shivered. She was definitely not a guy, and that had been anything but a guy-hug.
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God, I'm obnoxious.