Title: Either/Or
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack H./others
Rating: T
Word Count: 327
Disclaimer: Characters belong to BBC and RTD, not me.
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BEither/Or/B
Whisper of breath, the soft fragrance of a flower on the hand that crushed it. All she can see is his face, his lips sultry, his mouth partly open, waiting for her to move that infinitesimal distance, close the space between them, meet his waiting kiss. He raises his arms to accept her body, and she feels the warmth of him even though they are not touching yet. She closes her eyes, but he does not. He examines her face, the soft planes of her cheeks, the silky softness of her lips, so close. He raises a hand to touch her hair, brushes it back, touches her pale neck, trails his fingers down to place his palm flat to feel the heart beating under his hand. She moves closer, touches his cheek, and looks up at him, opening her luminous green eyes to his sapphire blue gaze. Her breathing quickens, she lifts her chin, and their lips almost touch. Almost. Mesmerised by the scent of him, the whisper of breath…
Whisper of breath, the soft fragrance of a flower on the hand that crushed it. Only his face is visible, his lips sultry, his mouth partly open, waiting to move that infinitesimal distance, close the space between them, meet his waiting kiss. He raises his arms to accept his body, and feels the warmth even though they are not touching yet. Eyes close, but not his. He examines the face, the soft planes of cheeks, the silky softness of lips, so close. He raises a hand to touch his hair, brushes it back, touches the pale neck, trails his fingers down to place his palm flat to feel the heart beating under his hand. He moves closer, touches his cheek, and looks up at him, opening pale blue eyes to his sapphire blue gaze. His breathing quickens, he lifts his chin, and their lips almost touch. Almost. Mesmerised by the scent of him, the whisper of breath…
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