Yes, I've finally picked up a thirty kisses challenge on LJ. And since I see so little 2xH these days, I thought what the heck- I SHALL BRING BACK MY FAVORITE PAIRING OF ALL TIME.

Disclaimer: I don't own GW. If I did, 2xH would be UNDENIABLE CANON.

Theme #8 Our Own World
Inspired by the song: Your Song by Kate Walsh

She had never before found long hair attractive in men, until she saw that braid hanging down a toned back, ending at a very nice ass. And yet she remained business like, encouraging him to sign up as an OZ soldier to fight for the colonies. She saw how he studied her, his look caught between admiration and bewilderment. She saw too how the ends of his mouth were turned down in hardened sadness, and knew that his wide grin belied a darker, tragic person. He was beautiful. Gorgeous. Hilde was gone.

She shouldn't have trusted him so blatantly, that she knew. And as soon as he presented those fake papers at the checkpoint, she mentally slapped herself for falling for his unmistakable charm. How could she be so stupid! Her first thought was that he was some kind of terrorist, or maybe a just a runaway crook. It took a fight between the two of them for Hilde to realize how wrong she was.

She was in love before she knew it. His presence filled her tiny house with warmth, and security. She never felt safer than when she was with him. Nights were soon spent dreaming of him, handsome and dangerous, his hair enveloping her. She was obsessed with his hair, often wondering what it would be like between her fingers, or against her lips.

And then it happened. In the kitchen, their favorite part of the house, while she was making mac and cheese and he was reaching over her to get the bowls. They were both laughing, and he stopped to look at her, and suddenly his mouth was on hers. Her hands flew up to his hair, his to her waist, turning her in his arms. She gasped into his mouth, he moaned, and Hilde died. Was a kiss supposed to be like this? So completely possessing, taking control of her senses and mind? Where was she again? WHO was she again? When he pulled away to let her breathe, she kept her eyes closed, wanting to seal in the feeling. Only when she felt him nudging her nose with his did she open them to look at him, so flushed and handsome. With a grin she loved so much, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, heading for the couch.

The mac and cheese was inedible that night.

FIN

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