213: Houses of the Holy
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She wouldn’t look up, couldn’t meet his eyes and still ask the damning question. “Was it worth it?”
He stilled around her, but there was no loosening of his embrace. “Maybe not,” he said eventually, but before she could stiffen, pull away from him, he continued, “but I’d pay the price again.” Very slowly, feeling his way along long-disused pathways of intimacy, he turned and pressed a kiss to her temple, lingering there. “All of it,” he whispered against her, the unfamiliar rasp of his stubble reinforcing that this was no memory, no fantasy. They were here, now, together. She was free, and he had found her.
She let her cheek slide across it, savoring it, letting it lead them both to where they wanted to be. The first touch of lips was careful, cherishing, but quickly became deeper. And deeper. Until they had to break apart just to breathe something that wasn’t each other.
John dropped his forehead to hers with a soft, throaty laugh. “I, uh.... Until we figure out this stuff up here, we probably shouldn’t do that too much. I’m ... having trouble thinking.”
She echoed his laugh. “We do need to figure stuff out, don’t we?” She eyed him from two inches away, tugging where her fingers had tangled into his shirt. “Pity.” Her gaze fell on the football clock, thoughts of their sons never far below the surface. “Do you think Ash found them yet?”
“He will. He’s the best at this stuff.” He saw her face and chuckled. “Your prejudices against hunters are kind of cute, you know that?”
She raised an eyebrow but refused to rise to that. “Just as long as he remembers not to give us up,” she said sourly.
“He knows the stakes. He won’t let the boys get sidetracked looking for us.”
She nodded reluctantly, noticing the clock again. “Let’s not give Zachariah any more leverage against them, either.”
“Yeah....” He took a deep breath and pulled her hand into his, caught on something more before they departed this place. “Mary ... downstairs, in this memory....” He swallowed, thumb brushing over the gold on her ring finger. “I need you to know - I would never - I’m not that guy. I mean, anymore. I’ll never take you for granted again.... I haven’t.... I won’t....” He finally looked up, searching her, needing to know she understood what he was saying. “I promise.”
She smiled up at him, refusing to let tears fall. “Oh, John - I know.” She reached up, taking hold of his lapels and gripping him close, letting her body settle along his. “Here’s the deal. You and me - we’re doing this together. As long as you, me, and this place lasts, I’m at your side and I’ve got your back. And in return ... you can have mine. You got me?”
He battled with a twisting smile to get something out, but his voice failed him too, and eventually he wiped a sniff against his sleeve to manage a hoarse, “Yeah.”
It was all she needed.
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Anyhow. I'm glad it lightened your mood! :)
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They're so awesome. Great job.
<3
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<3 Ash. I don't often immediately assume a character is lying, but when he said he couldn't find them, I was all ... >.>
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