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Bouquet of Calendula

Jason M. Lee


Canon-ish: Nucha

Lady had been originally sleeping, recognizing Dante's presence in the back of her mind as he slipped under the covers, but then she felt his lips. Reflexes had almost prompted for the gun under her pillow, yet she stayed her hand, curious.

They started on her fingers. Scars, new and old, hairline and visible, he went over them.

Over her wrist, still ghosting. A pause over the bandage from a recent job.

Goosebumps prompted when he moved up her lower arm. She could almost feel his smile at her body's involuntary reaction.

(She was sorely tempted to deck him, but that'd ruin the moment. She was rather liking it.)

Small skips over her upper arm, as if trying to find faded lines.

Almost dancing to her shoulder, a little more attention to another scar from two months ago.

Finally, he stopped at her nape.

Stillness, save soft breathing from both of them. Her wondering his next move, him taking in her scent.

Lips to the back of her neck again, lingering, and then he simply rested his forehead.

The dented clock sitting on his nightstand ticked away its lullaby, settling them back into the world of mixed memories, bittersweet dreams, and hidden wishes under the blanket of a cooling summer night in the city.

Neither reacted when their fingers intertwined subconsciously.


A/N: Nucha is Latin for "nape".

Day 8 - "kiss on the nape".