They hold like that for a while, until Rosita shifts. Until she presses a kiss to his jaw. Carver opens his eyes slowly. For a moment, he doesn't react, barely breathes. Just sits there, holding her, being held in turn. Settling in his own skin, alongside the aches and pains that come from surviving.
It's such a small gesture, on balance. It means so much more than it seems on the surface. How many people have ever gone slow with him?
Carver nudges his head against hers. Then, wordlessly, he cups a hand to her jaw and smooths his thumb along the line of her lip before he kisses her there. Light, and slow.
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Date: 2023-09-29 11:40 pm (UTC)From:It's such a small gesture, on balance. It means so much more than it seems on the surface. How many people have ever gone slow with him?
Carver nudges his head against hers. Then, wordlessly, he cups a hand to her jaw and smooths his thumb along the line of her lip before he kisses her there. Light, and slow.