Title: Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
Disclaimer: Please don't; purely for entertainment. None of the characters are mine.
Pairings:B/F
Note:Season 4ish. After the 'Bad Girls' thing, after Faith was stabbed, after the coma. Before the one where they swap.
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Warnings: Adult situations.
Rating: R for reasons that will become obvious
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Part 3
My entire moral code slipped from me as her arms sandwiched me between them and her body. And I felt so safe. There was no other way to describe it. I couldn't understand, however, how she had the power to scare me and sooth me, all at the same time.
It couldn't be that damned connection because if I recall there was a large void where that "connection" used to be.
I just let her hold me. Let her body move according to her breaths and embrace me according to her intentions. I leant my head upon her shoulder, mad at myself for moving from her before.
We didn't move for a while. Most certainly didn't intend to. Well, I didn't. I believe she didn't either because we must've been sat there for a good couple of hours before uttering a gentle, 'You got it?' to me.
I moved my head from her shoulder to see her eyes somewhat teeming from the mixture of curiosity, aspiration, empathy, supremacy…love. 'I, er…yeah. Was…right outside my door.'
I moved back out of her touch, as her arms loosened their hold on me, and quietly hated myself for moving at all.
'I thought you might have.' She smiled a little, and when I didn't smile back, it faded. I should've smiled. I like her smile. It would've stayed if I had shown her I had appreciated her comment. Instead I blanked her, didn't move a facial muscle until I decided to lick over my lips, and get up off the floor.
I heard her get up also, and a little shuffling as she straightened out her jeans and cami top. Her short leather jacket fit her nicely, a little loose, but fitting enough, and I couldn't help let my eyes just take in all this, just for a second.
There was an awkward silence as the space between us stayed at its length, and I fidgeted with my fingers. Fingers that itched. To…to touch.
Then something clicked inside of me.
The way she was looking at me told me a parable of "Let Me Stay" and I was glad I had looked into her eyes at that moment or I might have missed it. No, I don't think so because…