Mako is reminded of it, in the space of a heartbeat, the look in his eyes when they first connect against the odds, at the tail end of a fight and she has him under her. It's an incredible, marvelous feeling, the way her blood is singing and her heart soars because that was a dialogue, not the practiced efficiency of a man going through the motions. Mako could spend hours and hours with him in the Kwoon and still keep going, to be perfectly honest, especially when every move comes so easily, so fluidly.
He's the first person to make her feel this way, when she comes alive against him and she comes alive now, and she knows where his mind is because she's right there, too -- enough pretending, enough skirting the tension that's begun between them. Her thoughts are fluid with his, the warmth of her affection obvious when she knows exactly where he's going to be, and her eyes close because he's going to kiss her, and it's something she's thought of for a long, long time. She sees it in the instant he sighs, and she's meeting him halfway, the way she'd always done when they came at each other in the Kwoon -- always ready, always seamlessly synchronised.
The pressure of his kiss, chaste upon her lips, makes her toes curl, and it seems to be the next inevitable step in all they'd shared together. He's all she could ever want, this other half of her soul, guilelessly gorgeous and with a smile that could probably signal ships at sea and he makes her happier than she's ever been in the longest time. His hands are warm on her thighs, solid against her hips, and she can't help a quiet sound before her hands come to push him back down to the pillows, following after to deepen the kiss, curious but unwavering.
He shouldn't be sorry, at any rate, and Mako keeps him pinned beneath her when she pulls away just a little, the taste of him on her lips and she licks it unconsciously.
Then, because traditional love stories are for losers: ]
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Mako is reminded of it, in the space of a heartbeat, the look in his eyes when they first connect against the odds, at the tail end of a fight and she has him under her. It's an incredible, marvelous feeling, the way her blood is singing and her heart soars because that was a dialogue, not the practiced efficiency of a man going through the motions. Mako could spend hours and hours with him in the Kwoon and still keep going, to be perfectly honest, especially when every move comes so easily, so fluidly.
He's the first person to make her feel this way, when she comes alive against him and she comes alive now, and she knows where his mind is because she's right there, too -- enough pretending, enough skirting the tension that's begun between them. Her thoughts are fluid with his, the warmth of her affection obvious when she knows exactly where he's going to be, and her eyes close because he's going to kiss her, and it's something she's thought of for a long, long time. She sees it in the instant he sighs, and she's meeting him halfway, the way she'd always done when they came at each other in the Kwoon -- always ready, always seamlessly synchronised.
The pressure of his kiss, chaste upon her lips, makes her toes curl, and it seems to be the next inevitable step in all they'd shared together. He's all she could ever want, this other half of her soul, guilelessly gorgeous and with a smile that could probably signal ships at sea and he makes her happier than she's ever been in the longest time. His hands are warm on her thighs, solid against her hips, and she can't help a quiet sound before her hands come to push him back down to the pillows, following after to deepen the kiss, curious but unwavering.
He shouldn't be sorry, at any rate, and Mako keeps him pinned beneath her when she pulls away just a little, the taste of him on her lips and she licks it unconsciously.
Then, because traditional love stories are for losers: ]
That was interesting.