New Environment (Pine) Dec 16, 2008 4:43:43 GMT 1
Post by Bix on Dec 16, 2008 4:43:43 GMT 1
She had gone quiet. Laying there. On his shoulder. Taking her comfort. From his touch. Feeling his arms. Around her body. Holding her gently. She looked at him. she had to be. A mess. And yet. As well put together. As she always tried to be. But right now. Looking at him. She did not care. Because she could see. His soft eyes. that he too. Did not mind. That she had let loose. A bit and was not. Trying so hard. To be put together. right now. She looked into his eyes. With her red blotchy face. He leaned forward. And he kissed her. Softly. Her eyes closed. And she found herself. Kissing him back. Just as softly.
it broke. And his hand lifted. To brush the tears from her cheeks. She smiled softly. Even more warmly. As her cheeks warmed under her blush. She was a bit shy. Of being so vulnerable. he knew things about her. That no one knew. but there he was. Still caring about her. Still wanting her to be close. he asked her then. If she was feeling better. She nodded softly. Her eyes watching him. Softened even more. Letting so many of her different guards drop. Letting him see more of her. Than before. She felt as though. He deserved that kind of trust. And she hoped one day. He would share himself. With her as well.
"Thank you. Pine." she whispered softly.
She felt. Better. As though she had crossed. A large distance. And she felt as though. She was actually going to. Be alright. She felt as though. She had opened up to someone. to Pine. And she felt as though. She was better. From within. She hugged him. Her arms wrapping around him. Her head snuggling. Into his. She smiled.
"Go we should. Back to your home. Thank you. Once more. Appologize for your shirt, I do."
She moved then. Back to her seat. She buckled up and settled in the seat. She knew that she could not. hold his hand. While they drove. Afterall. It was a manual. And that meant. He would need that hand. So she leaned her head. Softly. Against the window. the car once more. In motion. But not five minutes. Had passed. And the soft sounds. Of Bix asleep. Beside him came. Her head. Against the window. Thin arms wrapped. softly around her stomach. Her face gentle. And calm. Her breathing soft. Her body moving just barely. peaceful. As if she were there. In his arms. Where she would much. Rather be.