She involuntarily flinched at the touch but didn’t ask him to take his hand away. It became her focal point, her anchor, as she pushed the remnants of her dream away. She focused on the warmth radiating through the thin material of her shirt, on the softest brush of his thumb, on the light weight of his hand against her. When he spoke she concentrated on his voice, on his words, and on the memories they provoked, the good memories brought to light to banish the bad to darkness again.
She remembered her flowers at home that she had insisted on hanging to dry in his apartment while they were gone in hopes that they could be preserved, and the look on his face when he had given them to her. She thought about his dash across the rocks with her held on his back, how she had felt completely safe, never worrying he might drop her or they might fall. With every memory she brought to the forefront of her mind her heartbeat slowed and her breathing grew more even until she finally felt like herself again.
Slowly she rolled onto her back, finally feeling grounded enough to face him. “Thank you,” she whispered, cupping the back of his head and pulling him down for a tender, lingering kiss.
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Date: 2014-03-30 04:37 pm (UTC)From:She remembered her flowers at home that she had insisted on hanging to dry in his apartment while they were gone in hopes that they could be preserved, and the look on his face when he had given them to her. She thought about his dash across the rocks with her held on his back, how she had felt completely safe, never worrying he might drop her or they might fall. With every memory she brought to the forefront of her mind her heartbeat slowed and her breathing grew more even until she finally felt like herself again.
Slowly she rolled onto her back, finally feeling grounded enough to face him. “Thank you,” she whispered, cupping the back of his head and pulling him down for a tender, lingering kiss.