His hands are strong and gentle against me, holding me and cradling me. I feel protected and loved, and I wonder why I ever thought he didn't love me so completely. He's smiling for the first time a in a long time, brighter and more open than I've seen for a long while, and he feels more relaxed than I've seen him since…well, since before the bashing.
At that thought I kiss him as he pulls me closer. His fingers tangle in my hair, scratching gently against my scalp and cradling the back of my neck and I purr, grinning. I don't notice anyone but him. It's like I've blocked out everything but Brian and the music. I can see the sweat glistening on his collarbone, I can feel the heat bleeding from his hands through my clothes. I kiss his neck and he smiles and hums. I can feel his happiness and I know he's glad I'm back. I am too.
He runs his hands down my chest, tugging playfully at my pants and we laugh together. His eyes bore into mine; we've been staring at each other for so long, it feels as if we're one person. I can see the heat smoldering in his eyes, the love he thinks he hides. I tangle my fingers in the hair at the base of his neck and he closes his eyes for a moment as I rub the back of his neck.
We kiss again, and when we break apart, he puts both hands on the back of my neck and I lean against him and he holds me close. I can feel the amazement that I'm still here leaking out of him. I put my head up and smile, and pull him to me. He pulls my face into his hands and kisses me. His mouth is gentle, but possessive, and I don't want the kiss to ever stop. But I have to breathe and so I break the kiss.
We dance and sway, and as I move my head upward, he kisses my forehead, soft and gentle, like we're falling asleep in bed, not in the middle of a crowded dance floor where anyone can see his affection for me. I want to scream to the world 'Brian Kinney loves me more than anything! See, he's capable of love! I should have never left him because look what I fucking have when I'm with him!'
I grin up at him and kiss his jaw, resisting the urge to nibble on him. I stroke his skin with my fingers. He leans down and kisses me hard, claiming me and loving me. My stomach flips and I want to fall into him. I can't get enough of his taste, of his large hands caressing my body more gently than anything I've ever experienced, of the love for me he has that I can feel in my bones.
He leans over and nibbles on my earlobe, murmuring "Come on." I look up at him, staring into his eyes, the joy at being in his arms once again overwhelming me. I don't have any words for how much I love him right now, so I just grin and kiss the underside of his chin and take his hand. He gives me a look like he wants to crawl inside of me, and a flash of heat crawls up my spine. I want him more than anything in the world. His hand is strong and secure and holds mine firmly but gently. He smirks over his shoulder at me, but I can see the devotion in his eyes when he looks at my face. I let him lead me to the back room.