Those Moments of Dawning

by Taokan

A series of self indulgent and mostly unconnected drabbles spanning long nights and longer days in the lives of the Hawke siblings. Some chapters will be Bethany/Garret, some Bethany/Carver, some Bethany/Carver/Garret. These are transcribed directly from my tumblr, and so quite often open as stream of consciousness, which I hope you'll excuse.

5. Chapter 5

Carver doesn't remember the first time he kissed her but he does remember the first time she kissed him. The taste of her smile sat heavy on his tongue, and she chased it, swallowed his gasp down and replaced it with her breath, her sighs, taking all his air and giving nothing back, giving everything back.
His hands hung uselessly at his sides, clenching and unclenching. He didn't know where to put them, what to do with himself. Bethany had no such problems. Her hands skated across his chest, his face, getting tangled in his hair where they gripped and tugged and pulled him down for better access.
Her eyes were open and locked on his, not wanting to miss the way his pupils blew wide and open and endless, the catch in his breath that made his chest brush against hers, made her want to shift closer, want to press herself flush against him. But she was only fourteen years old and her every nerve sang with conflicting urges to crawl inside his lap and to pull away. Her breath stuttered. She tightened her grip for a second before release, pulling back just enough they brushed noses. They were both panting, breathless and smiling and staring, and she felt like she could take to the sky and fly if only he kept looking at her like that.

Carver didn't remember the first time he kissed her, but he remembered the first time Bethany seared him with a fire of her own making.