Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2008-10-13 07:54 pm
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Between... Somewhere, and the Dorms, Monday Night
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.]
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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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.
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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.
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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.