Drabble Eleven: Little Things
So warm was his touch that I thought I would break. So hot was the fire on the stick that hung from his mouth, yet when he didn't take it out to kiss me I couldn't complain, even if it did burn my cheek.
I just melt below him, and I can't do anything to stop myself from it. It's not what the women love about him, I don't care about his uniform. After all, I have one too. There's nothing special about it, in fact, I find it terrifying.
Looking at him when he's being serious breaks my heart. It hurts even more when he asks a pretty girl out, since I know I'm not pretty and I'm not a girl. I wonder what he sees in me, and I know exactly what I see in him.
His eyes are beautiful like the setting sun, which I would relate them to as well as puppy eyes, when he's begging at least. His blonde hair, though frizzy, is softer than I ever imagined it could be, and I love it so much it makes me sick when others make fun of it.
His hands are big, and go over mine something like a giant's over a child's. His body is much bigger than mine, but I would never, ever DREAM of complaining when he lays on me.
When he puts his head on my chest I love it, to hear my own heart as well as feel his breathing against my skin. If I sweat too much he doesn't complain, and sleeping with him on me is better than anything else in the world.
No, I don't mind when he kisses me, cigarette still hanging out of his mouth, even if it does get me a burn on my cheek. Because I know he'll take it out and smack it dead into the tray once he realizes it's burning me. Then he'll utter an apology, and not ask why I didn't bring it to his attention. Then he'll kiss me again, and I won't even remember the burn.
Because being this in love with Havoc doesn't give me time to worry about burns or hickeys or sores or anything. All I can think is how wonderful he is, since that's all he is to me. Wonderfully, beautifully, lusciously, ravishingly, glamorously, mine.
"I burnt you again." He mumbles to my neck, half-asleep and recalling it from the morning before.
"Yes." I smiled, squeezing the hand in my own. "You did. But that was sooo long ago, I hardly remember it."
"It was this morning." He half-groans now, and I can tell he's feeling guilty. I can't help but smile, and I think the notices, since he lifts his head to look at me accusingly. "You let me get away with everything."
"Oh no." I brush his lips with my own before continuing the comment of defense. "I think it's more of, you're too good to me and I can't get the heart to scold you."
"Same thing." He mumbles again, resting his forehead on my own.
Perhaps, but really, why notice the little things?
End drabble eleven.
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