The moment that followed her confession seemed to stretch on forever, both of them utterly silent and unmoving. If she didn’t already know that he loved her, if he hadn’t already told her, she might think that she had said the wrong thing and that he didn’t return her feelings. Hadn’t she reacted similar when he had first said it?
Her breaths were slow and as quiet as she could make them, not wanting to miss any possible sound he might make, but still there was nothing.
Should she not have said it? No, she knew that wasn’t it because it had been very clear how badly he had wanted to hear it even as he claimed he didn’t need to. He never pushed her, never admonished her, never reacted badly when she didn’t reciprocate with words, so that left only one option that she could see: he was completely shocked.
Was it really that unexpected? Surely he had to know, she had expressed her love in every way she could beyond words, but what if he hadn’t? What if, all this time, he hadn’t believed it? Her heart ached at the thought.
Seconds seemed to stretch to minutes, felt like hours before she heard him, felt him, take a shaky sigh. Finally he was moving, burying his face against her neck, pressing her fingers over her heart. Even though they were in the bathtub she knew that wasn’t just water on her neck and she instinctively tightened her hold on his hand. His eventual reply was simple and perfect.
Smiling with a lightness she didn’t know she could feel Natasha rested her head against his, her free hand brushing lightly through his hair. Now that she had said it she didn’t know why she had taken so long. It was not something she would say often, they were words that so many people bandied around without thought and she didn’t want them to lose the meaning they were supposed to hold. But she had said it, and she felt completely relieved and content to have done so. He loved her with everything he was and he deserved to know that she felt the same.
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Her breaths were slow and as quiet as she could make them, not wanting to miss any possible sound he might make, but still there was nothing.
Should she not have said it? No, she knew that wasn’t it because it had been very clear how badly he had wanted to hear it even as he claimed he didn’t need to. He never pushed her, never admonished her, never reacted badly when she didn’t reciprocate with words, so that left only one option that she could see: he was completely shocked.
Was it really that unexpected? Surely he had to know, she had expressed her love in every way she could beyond words, but what if he hadn’t? What if, all this time, he hadn’t believed it? Her heart ached at the thought.
Seconds seemed to stretch to minutes, felt like hours before she heard him, felt him, take a shaky sigh. Finally he was moving, burying his face against her neck, pressing her fingers over her heart. Even though they were in the bathtub she knew that wasn’t just water on her neck and she instinctively tightened her hold on his hand. His eventual reply was simple and perfect.
Smiling with a lightness she didn’t know she could feel Natasha rested her head against his, her free hand brushing lightly through his hair. Now that she had said it she didn’t know why she had taken so long. It was not something she would say often, they were words that so many people bandied around without thought and she didn’t want them to lose the meaning they were supposed to hold. But she had said it, and she felt completely relieved and content to have done so. He loved her with everything he was and he deserved to know that she felt the same.