[ Claude's habit of never saying what he really meant had always bothered her, sometimes more than she'd like to admit. She hated reading between the lines, disliked the way it felt like she constantly needed a cipher to decode everything left unsaid. All of it involved more effort and work than she'd ever put in anyone. But when she did eventually crack the code, when she had finally woken up one day and realized what he was saying - nothing had ever tasted so sweet.
This is one of those moments. One where she thinks she could sit there and try to untangle the things left unsaid. Goddess knows there's a myriad of them hanging in the air between them - but all she can feel is the weight and the warmth of them draping over them like a blanket. It's the same feeling from before, she thinks. It's the feeling of homecoming swelling in her chest, making her breath catch in her throat.
I'm sorry. I missed you. I love you.
Maybe she's reading too much into it. Maybe she's projecting - especially that last one. But now isn't the time to dwell and sift through the tangled thoughts. A pleased smile hides in the corner of her mouth as she attempts to appear like she's in deep thought. The mirth and adoration in her eyes betrays her. ]
Well they're not here right now, right? [ The smile creeps, spreading wider, growing brighter as she inches closer until they're a hair's breadth apart. ] We can figure out what we'll tell them later. We have time.
[ And when their lips meet, as she breathes him in, as the sweetness settles on her tongue, all she can think is this: he tastes like home. She's home. They're home. ]
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This is one of those moments. One where she thinks she could sit there and try to untangle the things left unsaid. Goddess knows there's a myriad of them hanging in the air between them - but all she can feel is the weight and the warmth of them draping over them like a blanket. It's the same feeling from before, she thinks. It's the feeling of homecoming swelling in her chest, making her breath catch in her throat.
I'm sorry. I missed you. I love you.
Maybe she's reading too much into it. Maybe she's projecting - especially that last one. But now isn't the time to dwell and sift through the tangled thoughts. A pleased smile hides in the corner of her mouth as she attempts to appear like she's in deep thought. The mirth and adoration in her eyes betrays her. ]
Well they're not here right now, right? [ The smile creeps, spreading wider, growing brighter as she inches closer until they're a hair's breadth apart. ] We can figure out what we'll tell them later. We have time.
[ And when their lips meet, as she breathes him in, as the sweetness settles on her tongue, all she can think is this: he tastes like home. She's home. They're home. ]