A/N Had the idea while watching an animated version of LW. You would not believe the number of sappy, romantic ideas for vignettes that popped into my head during it. I wish I remembered what they were now!!
On a side note, for some reason I've already mixed up my tenses in the process of writing these couple sentences so far. So forgive me for future mishaps. Please?
Disclaimer: No claimo. And yeah I know that can't even count as Spanglish.
Warning: This is crazy indulgent. Like hot cocoa with more whipped cream than hot cocoa. (Though maybe whipped cream isn't that indulgent…) But this fandom has been deprived in the past and so I'm safe. Bwahaha… yeah, so super AU. Totally unbelievable… enjoy.
He still can't believe she cut her hair. Her gorgeous, long, swinging hair that he used to joke was like a horse's tail. Her one beauty, the other March sisters would say. Bah.
Sitting next to her on the attic sofa, Laurie's fingers brush the edges of her now triangle shaped hair. It's oddly becoming. While it was fun to steal her hair ribbon in the past, to watch the chestnut waves cascade downward, now her hair is always free for him to tug and caress, if he'd dare.
And so because he cannot resist, he brushes the slightly uneven ends of her hair, enjoying the feel of it against the ridges of his fingertips. The edges are slightly rough; the barber must not have cut it properly, he thinks.
He can tell Jo is tired, worried for Beth's health. Or maybe sad from Marmee leaving for Washington, maybe for her wounded father, or maybe for the loss of her hair. She would have smacked his hand away a while ago, otherwise.
She leans against him, and he can see the wrinkles in her weary face, as if she were an old woman. Without thinking but only caring deeply for this girl, he gently pushes her hair aside with a hand and dips his head to place a soft kiss at the nape of her neck. She needs to know she is loved.
He can feel her shoot up straight, as he tilts his head to place more kisses along her neck, his other hand on her back, his thumb against the fabric of her dress. She is still, but he can feel her eyes on him, knowing as he kisses the underside of her chin that she is just as scared as he is. He has held this in for far too long, this need to love her, but he is still terrified.
He kisses the line of her jaw. He kisses the side of her ear. A lone tear runs down her cheek. He kisses the tear, tasting salt in his mouth.
She's caught in his embrace now, and his lips have just pulled away from the tip of her nose and now he leans down and kisses the corner of her mouth, lingering, then pulling back. His lips hover above hers, his eyes closing, his lids heavy. He has waited for this, since the moment he saw her.
In a single motion, he presses his lips tenderly to hers, pulling her to him. Her arms are squished between them, against his chest, while his arms encircle her. He slides his lips against hers, both their hearts stopping.
He pulls away, to place both hands on the side of her face and say "I love you," before slowly returning his lips to hers. This time, her lips reach for his and she's kissing him back. A wave of pure happiness runs through him and he caresses the sides of her face, sighs escaping his mouth. She loves him back.
There is no need for words, and so the two continue kissing, to make up for lost time.
Le Fin
AN Oh my god. I can't believe I just wrote this. Apologize for the crappy ending. I'm blushing – I don't know how you write M rated fics, rese! But I'll post this before I get too scared too. Oh god, am I going to regret this…