Note: I wrote this in two days, sadly, for such a short piece. And although I questioned the point of uploading something like this, any MaxMar on the site would help really. Anyway, the point was to describe an instant in two people's lives. Surprisingly a lot happens in a few seconds. Enjoy.
Summary: Rehearsed dialogue doesn't mean a thing.
Pairing: MaxMariam. Also known as the thing that makes my world go round. XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Break Apart
His hair curled over his ears.
Mariam never figured herself as someone who would notice such a stupid thing in such a critical moment, where no matter the rehearsed dialogue; nothing exits her mouth as planned. He scooped her up in his arms, the embrace warm and comforting, but electrifying and nerve wracking at the same time. He doesn't move to let go, holding her tightly against him with the exuberance of a lost child.
He smelled of sweat and fading strawberry shampoo, it clung to his skin and clothes and rubbed off on her own as he took a deep breath of the crook of her neck. Tickling her skin, she reacted by closing the space between, locking his face next to hers.
That's how she knew his blond hair curled over his ears; the soft locks loosely hung over the skin, twisting cutely, much to her denial, against him. And she couldn't help herself but to bring her hand to caress his pale skin, running her fingers through the fine strands.
Her fingertips trailed along the hairline around his neck, dipping in to brush the locks playfully before tiptoeing closer to his ears. She could feel his smile curve against her and pulling the feeling onto her, Mariam traced across the blond's ears, tucking the curly parts behind.
He couldn't bear to let go of her, so he merely moved his head, basking in her breath taking view as he nestled his nose against her own. Neither said a word, her hands dropping to rest solidly on his jaw line. To Mariam he seemed so much different, so much tamer and so much older, but his smile shattered that façade. Half lidded, he felt her thumbs gliding against his skin, her fingers busy drawing blind loops and swirls; yet his mind raced to figure out what was happening, how she could really be here and like this – it was mesmerizing.
"Max, who was at the door?"
It was only then they broke apart.