Moonshine Stardust
Lungs burning for air, legs burning from the running, smoke still clinging to their clothes and skin. They stopped, clear of the danger for now. He looked at her in the darkness, the moonlight draping her in a soft glow. She was laughing like a child and it was infectious. He couldn't help the smile that danced across his lips. She looked at him and their eyes locked. Something changed in him in that second, though he couldn't describe it. He stepped closer, she stepped closer, mirroring each other's movements. Her tongue came out and slipped across her lips before her teeth bit into it and her eyes turned to the heavens. He didn't want to give up the sight of her looking so damn sexy in that moment, but he followed her eye-line upwards.
Smoke from the burning shack rolled across the sky in billowing clouds of black and grey. Through the surmounting cover, millions of diamond sparkling stars shone through, dusting the destruction with beauty. She smiled, looking back at him and something inside of him screamed, pleaded with him to turn away, to not look at her, to run like he always did. But he didn't listen.
Again they moved closer and her fingers intertwined with his, guiding his arms around her neck. Her hands slipped the length of his arms until they met behind his neck, those delicate fingers playing with his hair that had grown long. She tilted her head to the side and smiled up at him, her eyes begging silently in the star dusted night. How could he say no? It'd been a while for her, longer for him. But, he couldn't make his body move. Good thing she had that covered.
She leaned in, pressing her body against his and gently pressing her soft lips against his. He stiffened, fear momentarily screaming at him to pull away. She was too young, too delicate, too pure. But his body won out and as she pressed closer, her fingers tangling in his hair, his hands sealed around her waist and pulled her against him, returning the kiss. He tried to keep it delicate for her, but he didn't know the first thing about delicate. Before he could stop himself his tongue was inside, committing every inch to memory. She tasted like moonshine. A hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head to the side, deepening the kiss and she moaned into his mouth.
He didn't pull away until they were gasping for breath, their lungs burning for the need of it. She stared up into him and he swore in that minute he could see the stardust in her eyes. They stood there and for a minute the world wasn't so messed up. For that split second, before the hissing of the dead startled them, they were the beauty in the middle of the destruction all around them.