The easiness was gone, as he met her eyes he had a moment of understanding. Later, sometime later. Those micro expressions, their silent language. He understood it but made no move to show he understood, aware that she may not have wished for him to read her.
As her fingers found the front of his shirt he was certain they'd sort this out. They had to, without her he was lost yet with her it was destroying him, his need for normal, it was becoming a bad habit.
So he let her press into his space, didn't object as her arms slipped behind his back and her face curved into him just as easy as before. He gave in, sank arms around her waist, pulled her impossibly closer and slid one hand up to do what he'd wanted, to smooth fingers through her hair while he breathed her in.
They'd be okay because they had to be.
"I missed this, the way you smell, your curves, the smile you wear, your laugh.." He sighed, burying his face into her hair, into the crook of her neck until he could press lips to the skin under her ear. "No more long assed solo missions. No more deep cover. We're partners..."
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As her fingers found the front of his shirt he was certain they'd sort this out. They had to, without her he was lost yet with her it was destroying him, his need for normal, it was becoming a bad habit.
So he let her press into his space, didn't object as her arms slipped behind his back and her face curved into him just as easy as before. He gave in, sank arms around her waist, pulled her impossibly closer and slid one hand up to do what he'd wanted, to smooth fingers through her hair while he breathed her in.
They'd be okay because they had to be.
"I missed this, the way you smell, your curves, the smile you wear, your laugh.." He sighed, burying his face into her hair, into the crook of her neck until he could press lips to the skin under her ear. "No more long assed solo missions. No more deep cover. We're partners..."