[It's a testament to just how comfortable she's become with being around him, what happens next — there's the sensation of fingers in her hair, and her expression relaxes from something playful and coy to one much softer, her eyelashes long and dark against her cheek as her eyes fall closed, like she's abandoning her sense of sight to devote her full attention to memorizing the way it feels.
(And yet even with her eyes closed, the memory of his smile lingers. Weeks ago, she'd thought she might never see it again. And now it's not just here once more, but it's here because of her, something she inspired, something that's hers.)
Christmas has been bothering her because, among other things, she hasn't quite known how to cope with the unfamiliar warmth and affection directed at her. But this brand of warmth and affection, oh, she's had plenty of practice with already.]
That's what I do.
[Taking things. She'll never let him forget she's a thief; it's part of who she is as much as his fears are a part of him. It shouldn't be perfect. They should have their faults and conflicts. It just makes it all the more telling, that there are things they can dislike about each other while still lov—
She frees one hand from his hair, running her fingers down the back of his neck and over his shoulder to rest lightly on the left side of his chest, nestled in carefully between them.]
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(And yet even with her eyes closed, the memory of his smile lingers. Weeks ago, she'd thought she might never see it again. And now it's not just here once more, but it's here because of her, something she inspired, something that's hers.)
Christmas has been bothering her because, among other things, she hasn't quite known how to cope with the unfamiliar warmth and affection directed at her. But this brand of warmth and affection, oh, she's had plenty of practice with already.]
That's what I do.
[Taking things. She'll never let him forget she's a thief; it's part of who she is as much as his fears are a part of him. It shouldn't be perfect. They should have their faults and conflicts. It just makes it all the more telling, that there are things they can dislike about each other while still lov—
She frees one hand from his hair, running her fingers down the back of his neck and over his shoulder to rest lightly on the left side of his chest, nestled in carefully between them.]
Did you want it back?