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A few weeks ago, standing on a hill looking out at the lights of Paris in the distance, Beth told him what she missed about not being here. It was something so simple and so perfect that it made him yearn for this place like he hadn't in months.
The way you smell.
Especially after a shower.
Especially after a shower I took with you.It broke his ( Read more... )
The way you smell.
Especially after a shower.
Especially after a shower I took with you.It broke his ( Read more... )
She plans to enjoy a cigarette herself in a minute, while the baby's still napping.
But for the moment, before she touches a cigarette and before he lights up his own, she takes the edges of her drooping towel in her hands and, like it's suddenly a pair of blue cotton wings, curls her arms around him, and the simple act of wrapping her towel around the both of them fills her with no small amount of long-denied satisfaction.
"In a second or two," she adds, practically speaking to his collarbone, and after a moment in which she just stands there as if she could physically soak him in and then finally plants a kiss so far back on the side of his face that it nearly gets lost in the hair near his ear, she keeps to her word and releases him to light a cigarette.
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He's got such respect and admiration for her. He also happens to love the hell out of her in this way he can't define, can't quantify, can't put his finger on. All he knows is that when she's at his side, his whole body's electric and when she's not at his side, his whole heart ( ... )
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"I thought you might. I love you, too."
Leaning in, she steals a faintly smoke-tinged kiss, and then props herself back on one hand, her towel secured around her.
She'd barely gotten to enjoy living here before she went out to Kansas with Hero, and even though it's familiar and she's lived here and so many of the things she's collected since finding this place are at home here, it feels a little bit alien right now.
Not unpleasantly so, just... a little bit alien.
The good thing is that she feels more relaxed already, and it's probably all because of the shower but fuck if she's complaining.
"It feels strange, doesn't it? Being back, I mean."
And though she's never been accused of thinking with her stomach all that much before, already she's starting to think with mild excitement about all of the possibilities there are for dinner before they have to go back.
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She has to nod in agreement with that.
"This feels a lot like that."
It's probably thwarting the plans of his hands, which have barely been more than a few inches from her since they got Junior settled in her crib, but thinking better of her position, she straightens again and moves closer to him, one leg folding in front of her and the other curling around where he's sitting. She tucks her cigarette between her lips, and wordlessly uses the towel he had draped of his shoulders to catch the few water droplets that have strayed to his neck and shoulders and back.
It's an act that by itself would seem luxurious enough at this point. Doing it here in the comfort and privacy of their own little apartment is a little slice of temporary heaven.
And she can't help but take this opportunity to look at him, not when he's barely covered by towels like this ( ... )
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Not that he'd mind.
He's fatalistic; he's always been fatalistic. It's part of his nature, his make-up. "Tell you one thing, though, Slim. I'm not leaving here without getting one of those really big hamburgers." Any hot meal, actually: she's been great about sharing with him, finding food for him. Hero's been good about it too, but things have been scarce enough and he hasn't wanted either of them to risk anything or go without just to slip him an extra bit of food. Actually, he's gotten real good at foraging. Stealing food's nothing new for him; Tom's cloak only makes it a ( ... )
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She doesn't have any expectation that they're really going to sit here and spend precious time just talking about how goddamn great it is.
It really has been difficult to take her eyes off of him. Her eyes are no less guilty of trying to make up for lost time than his hands are.
She presses a kiss to the curve of his shoulder.
"We should definitely get hamburgers later." They were one of the things she wanted the most while she was pregnant. She bets Junior would have a great time with some little pieces of hamburger. "Or sooner."
There's no denying an increase in appetite since she's gotten here.
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They won't know until they try.
A smile lights up Beth's face at the sight of the book of matches he presents for her inspection, and her hand closes around it. And around his hand ( ... )
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She may have slept with the only two adult males they've had on the planet back home, but Yorick was never hers. No matter how nicely they fit together or how great it felt after two years of no sex and and no men and only occasional companionship. There wasn't a part of him that wasn't so fucking delicious she could've resisted it once he kissed her, even though that's something Hero might never be able to believe ( ... )
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And like he said, she's still making impressions on him. He thinks he knows her pretty damn well, but she still has this unique ability to surprise the hell out of him. For instance, he wouldn't have put money on her deciding to walk through that door in the church. In fact, she's been so bound and determined to get to Paris and to find Yorick, insistent on Junior meeting him, that her yes shocked him like no one's business ( ... )
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The first thing is that kiss she gives him. It isn't that she's never kissed him before, or never kissed him that way, or that this one's more meaningful or somehow different. But it's special, and it's special because they're out in the open and they're not stealing moments, they're not stealing time, they're not stealing affection. It's normal and natural and he loves the hell out of her and he knows he's more vocal about it than Beth, but that little kiss says I love you, bounty hunter almost as loud as the second thing flooding him with happiness ( ... )
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It's completely out of the question, but it's as interesting to think about as it always was. And last time they joked about it there wasn't a baby around to take into consideration.
"We can grow tobacco and pineapples, and Junior will learn to swim with the dolphins."
It's silly and laughable and somehow still sweet.
Setting her cigarette in the ashtray but not stubbing it out, she turns to Spike and leans into him, wrapping both arms around his neck as if she can hardly believe she's managed to stop touching him since they got here.
What was she thinking? This is what she's been missing and wanting and remembering with this we didn't know how good we had it kind of wistfulness.
"It really would be nice if I let you smoke in peace," -- it's not like she isn't damn glad to have a cigarette herself -- "and started thinking about getting something to eat before our hour's up, but I don't feel very willing to get out of bed with you."
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He will, though. He'll do anything for her; it's just the way he is. And it isn't like he gives a damn about smoking in peace: it's all good. If they go down (over?) to the bar, he can smoke there. It's no big deal, especially when her arms wrap around him like she can't get enough, like he's the best sight in the whole damn universe, like they haven't been together for most of the last six months. Hell, he can't keep his hands off her, either: shower or no shower, he'd love it if they could stay here long enough to wake up in each others' arms in the morning. Long enough for Beth Junior to have a comfortable night -- now that she's sleeping through them -- in her own crib. It would be a hell of a thing for all of them, but... not at the expense of their mission out in Paris. Not when they're so close they can smell it, even though the idea of finishing what ( ... )
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