through the eye of the storm [john]

Oct 06, 2008 16:16

For a moment, John didn't speak. He just looked down into her face and tried to puzzle her out. His eyebrows drew together, his mouth open for a moment while he figured out what the hell he wanted to say.

"Who are you trying to get me to be, Alex?"

He couldn't push away the little knot of worry for her in his chest.

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andsadofeye October 7 2008, 20:09:46 UTC
"I want you."

He wasn't lying There was something about her, her body pressed tight against his. It was like opening floodgates. How was he supposed to do anything but want her.

"I want to fuck you. I want to hear you." He groaned softly and crushed his mouth against hers. "Jesus, Alex."

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neveraffordme October 7 2008, 21:07:17 UTC
"I know."

She runs a hand up his neck, twisting fingers into his hair, and moans when he kisses her again; her heart's racing, skipping beats, and her hands shake touching him.

"God, I need this."

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andsadofeye October 8 2008, 17:22:17 UTC
They were almost back to the hut, 37 straining at his leash and John wrapped his hand around it and kept hold while he kissed her, holding her as close as he could.

"Home, now," he said, his voice so low it was almost a growl. "Inside."

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neveraffordme October 8 2008, 18:52:55 UTC
Alex lets herself be backed, clinging to him, through the door; she trips, stumbles, hanging onto his jacket, and laughs against his mouth.

"You," she breathes, "you make me insane. And for once, not in the bad way."

She licks her way into his mouth, coaxing him into a desperate, drugged kiss.

"More than usual."

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