song_tra_bong: (blur!kiss)
Mary Anne Bell ([personal profile] song_tra_bong) wrote 2008-03-09 12:52 pm (UTC)

You've got to get out, you gotta get out, yougottagetout--

She wants to touch him back and she can't and it's all so goddamn frustrating she could cry.

You can't do this, not to him or to them or to Ciaran or you or--


but why can't I have what I want?



"I guess so."

She turns her head across that last scant distance and kisses him, hands reaching up to frame his face. She wants him paying attention to her, by God, to her for who she is, not just because she's convenient or he's lonely; she's memorizing this moment because she doesn't know when she'll get another, doesn't know if she'll get another but mostly she wants him to focus on her and this desperate, hungry needy kiss...



...so he won't notice when the noise of the club fades out and they're not sitting in that dark, plush booth any more, just on a half-frozen patch of ground out near the edge of the forest on the Milliways grounds.

The cold air on her skin lets her know she got it right, so she (ohgodwhatamIdoing) breaks (her heart) the kiss and stands up.


"I...I'm gonna go home now."

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