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justsookie) wrote2011-12-28 12:06 pm
justsookie) wrote2011-12-28 12:06 pm
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so struck down by you, I didn't know what to do; I started on breaking my own heart
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There's a laugh that falls from her lips when the two of them turn, shadows falling over his face where before, there'd only been moonlight, a paleness that washed out color that now returns to her eyes, if mostly brushed in deep blues and hesitant violet. But the sight all fades into shadow and sensation as his lips press against her neck, almost brushing by her collarbone, and Sookie inhales sharp— almost a gasp, surprised, shy, delighted all at once. Normally, this is where all the other words should fall. Endearment and love, and the sheer expression of wonder at having found someone else with whom to share such a moment. Although Sookie finds that she's not there, not just yet, still her fingers snake around the back of Mathias' neck, encouraging.
"Yes," she breathes, so softly that it might as well be that silent prayer, leaning forward to press her lips by his temple. She muffles another giggle, hoping that it doesn't ruin the moment, hoping that he doesn't mind. It's hard, she thinks, to hold back when happiness seems to be playing at her fingertips again. It's been out of her reach too often these days. And any hint of it is one she's hesitant to let go of.
There's a laugh that falls from her lips when the two of them turn, shadows falling over his face where before, there'd only been moonlight, a paleness that washed out color that now returns to her eyes, if mostly brushed in deep blues and hesitant violet. But the sight all fades into shadow and sensation as his lips press against her neck, almost brushing by her collarbone, and Sookie inhales sharp— almost a gasp, surprised, shy, delighted all at once. Normally, this is where all the other words should fall. Endearment and love, and the sheer expression of wonder at having found someone else with whom to share such a moment. Although Sookie finds that she's not there, not just yet, still her fingers snake around the back of Mathias' neck, encouraging.
"Yes," she breathes, so softly that it might as well be that silent prayer, leaning forward to press her lips by his temple. She muffles another giggle, hoping that it doesn't ruin the moment, hoping that he doesn't mind. It's hard, she thinks, to hold back when happiness seems to be playing at her fingertips again. It's been out of her reach too often these days. And any hint of it is one she's hesitant to let go of.