"I'll sing songs to you every day if you want." Julia can see that for them. She can see what's already here, them laughing in bed together, her humming tunes for him, them just sitting together and feeling at peace. It's the sort of love she didn't expect for herself, even before the worst happened to her, because Julia decided to settle. For a nice but boring guy who she could be normal with, and she could protect her heart from by never giving it, and now that she has, it feels thrilling rather than terrifying. Because it's him. This ancient alien of hers with the goofy smile and tousled hair, looking at her like she's hung the moon in the sky.
She feels better when he's on the bed with her because the space is closed between them. She longed for parts of the life they were given, outside of the bad times, because she did see this as possible, a part of them that was so real. Her eyes feast on him too when he's bare with her and it feels less silly being alone that way, and she really is just grinning like an idiot at him. Happy. She's already so happy.
"It is and it's not. But mostly, it is." In the ways that kind of matter to her, because that was just a blur of images that faded with time, but they're in the now. And this is her first time since and she is nervous. "I'm nervous," she says out loud, "but the good kind." The butterflies in the stomach, the thrill of the unknown.
Julia returns the kiss with equal heat now that he's close and she reaches up to brush her fingers through his own hair, ruffling it, tugging gently. She kisses him until there's no breath in her body and then surfaces only to do it again, her body warming, her skin flushing through with the surge of blood. She puts an arm around his waist and pulls him down against her, wanting to feel the length of his body pressed up against her. It's been so long and she used to love this, she wants that again.
"Please, Doctor." She smiles against his lips, breathless, arching up beneath him. She takes his hand and moves it down past her stomach to between her legs, encouraging a touch she'd been fearing and wanted to get past.
I am so sorry for the wait thank you for being the best!!!
She feels better when he's on the bed with her because the space is closed between them. She longed for parts of the life they were given, outside of the bad times, because she did see this as possible, a part of them that was so real. Her eyes feast on him too when he's bare with her and it feels less silly being alone that way, and she really is just grinning like an idiot at him. Happy. She's already so happy.
"It is and it's not. But mostly, it is." In the ways that kind of matter to her, because that was just a blur of images that faded with time, but they're in the now. And this is her first time since and she is nervous. "I'm nervous," she says out loud, "but the good kind." The butterflies in the stomach, the thrill of the unknown.
Julia returns the kiss with equal heat now that he's close and she reaches up to brush her fingers through his own hair, ruffling it, tugging gently. She kisses him until there's no breath in her body and then surfaces only to do it again, her body warming, her skin flushing through with the surge of blood. She puts an arm around his waist and pulls him down against her, wanting to feel the length of his body pressed up against her. It's been so long and she used to love this, she wants that again.
"Please, Doctor." She smiles against his lips, breathless, arching up beneath him. She takes his hand and moves it down past her stomach to between her legs, encouraging a touch she'd been fearing and wanted to get past.