[ She loves that momentary smile so much, wants to find a way to get it back because she likes it so much more than the look on his face right now. She's not even sure how to classify it, just knows that it probably reflects her own fairly well right now and she'd rather he were smiling even if she knows it's not necessarily a reasonable wish. Nothing is really a reasonable wish right now after all, is it?
She'd do anything to just sit and watch him smile for a little while.
His lips against her skin are impossible and so gentle, her fingers curling through his hair for a moment before he rests her hand against his face, a facsimile of every time she's done it herself, in comfort or just because she can or reassurance. For a long moment she's still frozen, just watching him and taking in the feel of his skin against her hand and then she closes the distance between them with a brutal suddenness, buries herself against his chest and hides her face in him, free hand twisted into his shirt to keep him close to her, right here, he can't go anywhere. This might not be real but it has to be. ]
Sounds good. [ Her voice is muffled against his shirt but there's life in it again even as it breaks a little, because she may not entirely believe this still but she can smell him and feel him and there's the arc reactor through his shirt and his voice and it's all okay for at least this one tiny span of time. It might end any moment but for this moment she could carry mountains. ] Can we, please. I want to go home now.
your sense of celebration is terrible
She'd do anything to just sit and watch him smile for a little while.
His lips against her skin are impossible and so gentle, her fingers curling through his hair for a moment before he rests her hand against his face, a facsimile of every time she's done it herself, in comfort or just because she can or reassurance. For a long moment she's still frozen, just watching him and taking in the feel of his skin against her hand and then she closes the distance between them with a brutal suddenness, buries herself against his chest and hides her face in him, free hand twisted into his shirt to keep him close to her, right here, he can't go anywhere. This might not be real but it has to be. ]
Sounds good. [ Her voice is muffled against his shirt but there's life in it again even as it breaks a little, because she may not entirely believe this still but she can smell him and feel him and there's the arc reactor through his shirt and his voice and it's all okay for at least this one tiny span of time. It might end any moment but for this moment she could carry mountains. ] Can we, please. I want to go home now.