i wished for you (hannah/eli)stillxmyxheartSeptember 27 2011, 01:38:51 UTC
His fingers in her hair while they lie in bed; his hand warm and strong around hers when they walk down the sidewalk; his palm cupping her knee, fingertips rubbing gently against her skin, as they watch TV.
The way he loops his fingers through her belt loops when he slides his arm around her waist; his hand at the small of her back as he unconsciously guides her down stairs and through doors; the way he always asks if she needs or wants anything when he gets up, so that she doesn't have to.
Actions always speak louder than words, the little things he does showing the depth of his love more than anything he could say, and it's because of those little things that she loves him more and more every day.
She's wished for a lot of things; he's the one thing she never thought she'd have.
winning is losing (in the end) (dean/rose)stillxmyxheartSeptember 27 2011, 03:40:58 UTC
His fingers twist in her hair as his hands dive into the thick blonde strands, his lips hard on hers as he guides her towards the bed.
She came out of nowhere, diving straight into his hunt, and he couldn't help admiring her form and the way she moved, wielding the machete like it was an extension of her arm. He wanted to know more about her, where she came from, wanted to know why her eyes seemed to glow golden when she delivered the final blow, and why she kept looking towards the sky as they walked to the Impala afterward.
There isn't much time for talking, though. He can't deny how much he wants her, how drawn he is to her, and he has to seize the chance while he has it, because he's quite positive he'll never get another one.
She's gone in the morning, and he's somehow unsurprised.
Hahaha...knowing you, you'd come up with something spectacular in the end :) Dianna Agron is obviously the Queen of my heart but I am currently having this obsessive crush over Adam : darn those tattooed biceps of his!! LOL
Well, i've missed losing myself in the wonderful world of your fics and graphics too...you'll be seeing more of me soon onTumblr and LJ!! It would be lovely to live in the virtual world( where Adam Levine would be mine all mine!!) but real life unfortunately has to be lived, thus the sporadic appearances. I'm going to be sooooo much around nowadays, I'm going to nauseate you :D
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The way he loops his fingers through her belt loops when he slides his arm around her waist; his hand at the small of her back as he unconsciously guides her down stairs and through doors; the way he always asks if she needs or wants anything when he gets up, so that she doesn't have to.
Actions always speak louder than words, the little things he does showing the depth of his love more than anything he could say, and it's because of those little things that she loves him more and more every day.
She's wished for a lot of things; he's the one thing she never thought she'd have.
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She came out of nowhere, diving straight into his hunt, and he couldn't help admiring her form and the way she moved, wielding the machete like it was an extension of her arm. He wanted to know more about her, where she came from, wanted to know why her eyes seemed to glow golden when she delivered the final blow, and why she kept looking towards the sky as they walked to the Impala afterward.
There isn't much time for talking, though. He can't deny how much he wants her, how drawn he is to her, and he has to seize the chance while he has it, because he's quite positive he'll never get another one.
She's gone in the morning, and he's somehow unsurprised.
He doesn't even know her name.
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SPEAKING OF FIC, I've missed your comments on AEFAE XD
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