Robbie Williams – Blasphemy
Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon
.
"Don't." She bit the word out, cut the stale air of the room with it, razor sharp like a knife. The way her shoulders slumped as she dropped her eyes from his, turning her back to him and walking away, cut him just the same.
Fuck, he'd really done it this time. He really needed to learn to shut his mouth, bite his tongue, keep his thoughts to himself. The way she was standing, arms folded guarding her chest as she stared vacantly out the windows, examining the city below, spoke volumes. She was literally blocking him from accessing her, couldn't expose herself to him. He'd seen at her weakest, her most vulnerable. Hell they'd almost frozen to death together, she'd passed out from the hypothermia. But she still can't relax.
She still can't let him in.
He understands, really he does. And he has been so patient, to see her smile for a split second is worth every second of his waiting, his longing, his loneliness. No doubt in his mind.
He'd really thought it was time. It was, she'd said it herself, just now, in passing.
But still, she couldn't bring herself to open herself to it once he'd touched her chin and mumbled the words against her skin.
He stands beside her, sticking his hands deep in his pockets, saying nothing, examining the city too, waiting for her to speak. He can just see her out of the corner of his eye. She's watching him, studying really. He just lets her. She just needs a minute.
"I can't say it," she says softly, turns back to the city as he turns to look at her.
"I didn't ask you to. You just need to know it's true. I love you and it's not going to change."
He watches her swallow, sneak a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. Then a smile creeps across her face, just peeking out the corner of mouth. The relief floods him and he takes the smile as a surrender, permission for him to wrap his arms around her and press his face into her hair, kissing it once.
"You're amazing." she mutters, finally uncrossing her arms and winding them around his neck.
It is as good as a reciprocation as any other.