It was the way she'd denied him, grumbling, complaining about him.
It was the way she stood her own, her hidden higher views of others than herself, and the way she faced her fears time and time again.
He admired her in a way that probably could have reminded his father about why he loved his mother, bitter tongue and all.
Bon smiled as he felt her curl around him, much like her obvious yet almost dark past, and savored soft yet roughly feminine lips on his own.
She was like coming home for him as he savored every last touch, almost thankful for the tricky aspects of life from what had happened to their friend, what he'd done, to allow this in a strange roundabout way.
Bon tugged her close and wished that they could always have this, the feel of a bitter tongue gone gentle in his mouth and the gentle pull of skin on skin as one clung to the other.
He couldn't imagine anything better than this, better than the coming together outside of any past scars.
She could forget her issues with love when he tugged her close and kissed her, fingers twirling dark hair around themselves.
Izumo did not know of when she first fell in love with Bon, perhaps it was all of the moments, everyone of them, that he'd been there for her despite every heart ache and tear that he was facing too.
Perhaps she'd fallen in love with him long before that, fallen for his spunk yet his determination, fallen for his clear memory and every second he fought hard for them as if his fears didn't matter.
Izumo clung now as she couldn't help but love him, savor every second that she had with him, longed to always be able to kiss him and know that his heart beated for these moments as well.
She only pulled back to stare into dark eyes and find the love and desire mixed into them as she relaxed under the kind protectiveness of his eyes, the warm cage of home, both binding and loving.
Izumo wasn't one for gushy romance nor did she care for her old vice of home yet found herself loving this new construct of home as he didn't abandon her or expect gushy romance out of her; he only hoped that they'd remain this way in their own ideas of love.
She was fine without the fairytales of old romances in the past, conveyed in literature with the gentle and romantic way there.
Izumo thrived under the harsh reality of their love; it wasn't easy to love someone and not lose hope when you both could die any day at the mutual job of yours.
She smiled as she stared into those eyes and relaxed on tiptoes as she kissed him yet again, just to feel the surge of energy between them, that burned their tongues together.
Izumo found though that love wasn't as bad as the way it seemed with her mother; she found that she didn't feel as if she had to blindly follow him or that she'd be forced under every supposedly romantic limb of his as Bon had never been that sort of person, and she knew that well.
She clung to him and hoped that whatever her future promised that they'd get through it without losing exactly who they are in the process.
It was enough to gently lean against his arms and savor this for now, knowing that they both are completely genuine in their thoughts and actions.
Izumo was happy here in this gentle romance where anger and bitterness had to be handled time and time again in whatever way they sprung up; they were a perfect team, because they understood each other and know that it takes two to work out conflict in a relationship of any kind.