Tom was a little surprised by the way she leaned into him for a moment, head on his chest, and had the craziest urge to bury his face in her hair, to see if it was as soft as it looked...
Instead he reached up, laying a hand against the back of her neck, letting that hair brush the back of his hand...yeah, definitely soft. For a moment, he just let it rest there before giving her nape a gentle squeeze, urging her to look up at him.
"No," he agreed quietly, "it's not over." He paused, meeting her gaze meaningfully as he shook his head slightly. "None of it." And it wasn't...not only Prophet Five and every other fucked-up mess that lay ahead...but after today, Tom knew that this thing between them...
He didn't know if he was well and truly ready for it yet...but he knew he couldn't shake it if he tried.
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Date: 2006-06-02 06:09 pm (UTC)Instead he reached up, laying a hand against the back of her neck, letting that hair brush the back of his hand...yeah, definitely soft. For a moment, he just let it rest there before giving her nape a gentle squeeze, urging her to look up at him.
"No," he agreed quietly, "it's not over." He paused, meeting her gaze meaningfully as he shook his head slightly. "None of it." And it wasn't...not only Prophet Five and every other fucked-up mess that lay ahead...but after today, Tom knew that this thing between them...
He didn't know if he was well and truly ready for it yet...but he knew he couldn't shake it if he tried.
And frankly, he didn't really *want* to.