Diclaimer: I own not, you sue not. No copyright infringement intended. GG not mine, duh.Song called "Meaning" by Gavin Degraw ... who is a genius...who I am not ... so those words? Well, golly, they're not mine either.
"sometimes the only way is jumping,
I hope you're not afraid of heights"
"You trust me?" he asks, turning to face her.
She purses her lips together, contemplative, and responds: "You jump, I jump, Jack."
He regards her silently, nerves tingling, heart racing. Leaning in, he touches his lips with hers, soft and slow, and finds her hot and sweet. He brings his hands up and cradles her face in his palms, holding her in place.
She parts her lips, and when he comes (soft and slow), a smile escapes to her lips.
And she falls.
He holds onto her, bracing for the impact as their bodies inch closer to the wall. He pushes her back, needing stability, as he feels his head spinning.
He puts his free hand to her heart and feels it beating, fast and rhythmic. She smiles against him, sweet like a child, and he can't seem to restrain the grin that follows hers.
"You sure you want to do this?" she asks again when they come up for breath. Inhale, exhale, breathe. She wills her heart to be silent as she waits for confirmation.
He kisses her again, evading the question, and rests his hands on her hips.
"Logan…"
Kiss. Silence. Breathe.
"Logan…"
"What?"
She sucks in a breath, "I thought you didn't want to commit."
He stops then, eyebrows arched, and leans into her, touching foreheads. "All these technicalities. You have a great memory, Ace."
"If you're not going to tell me…."
He cuts her off, his kiss soft and urgent, "You trust me?"
She regards him silently before answering, "You already know the answer to that…"
"Then trust me when I tell you that I have no idea what I'm doing," he admits; his voice raspy.
Silence. A breath. A beat.
Then, "We're taking it … slow?" she asks, hands trembling.
He sighs, taking in her shivers and smiles, "You slow down, you die."
"All right," she whispers back as he kisses her again, swallowing his words. She pulls on his arm, on something tangible, to be sure that he's real and here and speaking these words to her.
He only pulls her closer.
She thinks she can live with this.
He grabs her hand, tight and fast, and they both step off the edge.
And fall.
