[It's a good kiss, because it's a kiss that proves they're both still around to do it. Not sexual, not really, not the way they sometimes do. Just intense, his fingers gripping her hip and her mouth hot against his, hello we made it we're here again, and each week he spends three days with his heart in his throat, because if she dies he doesn't know what he'll do.
It's not love. He isn't in love with her, and she sure as shit isn't with him, a washed up forty-two year old alcoholic. God. But maybe it's something like it. Born of these Games, forged fiercely, a bond that will crumble when they're out (but they have to get out first, see, is the trick). He loves her, and there's not a thing he won't do, not a person he won't kill, to get her out of here.
If he's with her, well. That's just a bonus.]
Hey.
[It's soft. His voice is rough, the way he's rough, but there's an impossible tenderness in his gaze right now, as he strokes his fingers against her cheek. No sex, not tonight. Just her, his last chance, as behind her the reminders of his first failures play out on the screen, laughing and happy, blissfully unaware of how one of them would get them all killed.]
You stay right here tonight.
[Right here, between his legs, her body curled up against his.]
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polyapathy) wrote2019-10-12 09:47 pm
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It's not love. He isn't in love with her, and she sure as shit isn't with him, a washed up forty-two year old alcoholic. God. But maybe it's something like it. Born of these Games, forged fiercely, a bond that will crumble when they're out (but they have to get out first, see, is the trick). He loves her, and there's not a thing he won't do, not a person he won't kill, to get her out of here.
If he's with her, well. That's just a bonus.]
Hey.
[It's soft. His voice is rough, the way he's rough, but there's an impossible tenderness in his gaze right now, as he strokes his fingers against her cheek. No sex, not tonight. Just her, his last chance, as behind her the reminders of his first failures play out on the screen, laughing and happy, blissfully unaware of how one of them would get them all killed.]
You stay right here tonight.
[Right here, between his legs, her body curled up against his.]