Maybe
With her, he wanted nothing more than to be careful. But he wasn't too sure he knew how. Duncan/Gwen.
He could remember the first time he saw her. Maybe it was because of the way she seemed to have the ability to curl up and try to hide herself from view. Maybe it was because he couldn't stop noticing how she bit her lip when in deep thought. Maybe it was because she wasn't paying him as much attention as he would have preferred.
It didn't matter much what it was. Nothing was changing the fact that he wanted her.
She was tiny and fragile and when her voice cracked he couldn't help but smile. She didn't mind his attentions, but she never jumped on them either. She was quiet. That's why every time she laughed, he tried to savor it. It was like candy- sweet and small. But it still held so much all the same.
He wanted her, but that just seemed stupid. What did she have to give him? She didn't have much of a body. She was thin, and her skin was porcelain, and it was as though he could break her at any moment. All he had ever known was being rough and tough around the edges. And with her, he wanted nothing more than to be careful.
But he wasn't too sure he knew how.
Her eyes would light up when she saw him, but she never spoke to him as anything more than a friend. She would smile at him as though he was the only thing in the world, but would leave him wanting more. All he wanted was all of her, and all to himself. He didn't want to share her.
He didn't want someone to break her, even though he was so scared he might. He just wanted her safe, in his arms, his, his, his.
The problem was that she probably didn't want that.
All he wanted was for her to love him; He hadn't been able to control himself sometimes. He would almost grasp her hand, or kiss her cheek, but he would catch himself. Because it didn't matter what he wanted. It didn't matter how much he wanted her. Not if she didn't want him back.
So maybe that was why he was so shocked when she one day took his hand in hers and pulled him around her. Maybe that was why he was so surprised when she pulled him down to kiss her. He had always thought that she didn't want him.
Maybe it was because he had never tried to hurt her. Maybe it was because he had never said anything about how he felt. Maybe it was because of the way his deep blue eyes would lock onto her like they never wanted to stop.
But it didn't matter why. Nothing was changing the fact that they both wanted one thing from the other- to be loved.
Authors Note:
Thought I would experiment with this couple.
…Now before all my D/C shippers start kicking my ass, I just wanna say that I still like D/C! But, D/G has been getting a lot of hate lately, and I feel like this is my part to say that I don't in any way go with that crowd that hates on this couple. So… there. That's all I've got to say! :)
Thanks so much for reading the story! Please tell me if I did this couple correctly. I feel a bit dumb, actually. Like a… like a hypocrite or something. *sighs* But really, thanks! :D
