Between... Somewhere, and the Dorms, Monday Night

[raspberryturk]

Reno was standing around outside, after doing things of an entirely nondescript nature, leaning backwards against a nearby wall, tucked out of obvious sight.

He had a lit cigarette clamped in his teeth, and he was clearly just hanging around, having a smoke outside on an October night. Nothing the matter with that.

It wasn't at all that he was waiting to intercept somebody. It wasn't at all that he had to talk to her.

Really.

[For one.]

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[the_merriest]

Her fingers ... played with his, hesitantly, and then she fell onto the bed, next to him, folding into his arms. Please? Could they ... could he just put his arms around her?

[raspberryturk]

Yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

He pulled her close and... laying down was an excellent idea, wasn't it? His shoes were being kicked off before his shoulders had even hit the mattress. Close. Close. Just being close to her and holding her in his arms and shutting his eyes and the rest of it could go away for a while. He could deal with the rest of it some other time. Any other time.

Right now, his arms weren't empty.

That was more than he'd had in nearly forever.

He shared exactly how much this meant to him by shifting closer and pressing his lips against her forehead.

[the_merriest]

She wasn't crying.

Okay. Maybe she was sniffling. So what? She could burrow in against the side of his neck and sniffle and he'd understand. Wouldn't he? Kick her own shoes off, wrap her arms around him, and ... right here. This was awesome. He still smelled Reno-scented, on the side of his neck, and his bed was such a great place. She didn't mean it like that, even. Just. Here. And.

Here. She was going to squeeze and cling and not budge an inch and maybe live here for about a week. A week? Did that sound good?

[raspberryturk]

A week was awesome. They didn't even have classes this week, so they wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted for detention for skipping for days on end. A week. And it would feel like minutes. And it would be awesome anyhow.

Another kiss, on the top of her head, now. And shifting his weight a little just so that he could run his fingers through her hair. She had damn nice hair, and he missed just getting his fingers into it. Touching. He missed touching. Like he'd been starved this whole week past, and just having his hands on her, warm and real and right there was going to make up for all of that.

It was.

[the_merriest]

She nuzzled back against his fingers, his lips, and she leaned up -- so hesitantly, dammit -- to press her lips on his chin, and then so lightly, over his.

Not that. Would fall into pieces. But. A soft kiss, and here in his bed, and -- they could stay here? Just sort of hold on to each other and sleep and maybe not get out of bed for a while?

Warm, real, safe. Alive. Not allowed to blow himself up again, buster.

[raspberryturk]

Not in any hurry to run out and detonate any more bombs, really.

Perfectly content to just snuggle closer, and let his mind linger on that kiss, and close his eyes.

Yeah. Right about now, 'alive' was looking pretty nice.

Seha.