At night she sometimes likes to watch and she has to admit that she's not
too different to him in this aspect. She lays awake next to him and her
fingers always appear to have an undying fascination with the way his hair
threads through them, almost white gold in the small light that filters
through the glass.
He lays still under her and no amount of training could have taught him to act so well.
It's the fear and the panic that she'll realise he's awake.and wanting it, wanting it all. Because he likes her fingers in his hair, her skin so close and the warmth. He won't tell her - she's being sympathetic, a best friend and Noin.
Just being Noin.
And he, just a best friend, just Zechs as she's dismissed 'him' for so very long, will never know that she wakes up with his arms around her only to feign her own sleep while he disentangles them.
There's only ever going to be one reason why she loves him and she's told herself so many times, now.
Next time, she's going to have to tell him.
He lays still under her and no amount of training could have taught him to act so well.
It's the fear and the panic that she'll realise he's awake.and wanting it, wanting it all. Because he likes her fingers in his hair, her skin so close and the warmth. He won't tell her - she's being sympathetic, a best friend and Noin.
Just being Noin.
And he, just a best friend, just Zechs as she's dismissed 'him' for so very long, will never know that she wakes up with his arms around her only to feign her own sleep while he disentangles them.
There's only ever going to be one reason why she loves him and she's told herself so many times, now.
Next time, she's going to have to tell him.