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Declán Chives ([personal profile] piqued) wrote2013-04-28 11:34 pm
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au meme } running from the law | blythe

from here.

She isn’t His Consigliere. He isn’t her Soldier. But when it’s time to run, it’s Time to Run, and it doesn’t always get to be Clean and Simple as would be Convenient.

There will be time to sort themselves out properly. Until then, well, at least the di Spade and the Coppe families are more Allied than not these days. It means driving just a Hair above the speed limit down a dark country road with her in his car isn’t a Problem.

Just not the Most Convenient.

“I’m sure we’ll be there soon, Miss.”

Somewhere Safe. Relatively, at any rate.
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piqued: (would you look at that.)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't." His hand has to move to her knee, to clutch slightly and prevent her Going. "Don't... wake up just yet."
somuchheart: (look over my shoulder)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
She starts slightly, hand hesitating before she reaches to cover his. "Then... then what?"
piqued: (never really alone)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't have an Answer. Not really. But his thumb can lift to smooth the back of her hand, breath coming in a slow gasp of smoke. "...we have tonight."
somuchheart: (looks like i'm pensive)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Her fingers close around his properly, and she nods hesitantly before inching closer to him. "So... what do you suggest?"
piqued: (lock it in your pocket)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"...that you watch me sleep." It's a small thing, true, but she's right. It's an Intimate thing. It's something he wants them Both to have. He toes off his shoes carefully, gives the gentlest tug to begin moving them more properly onto the bed.
somuchheart: (looks so so unsure)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes a deep breath, then nods. Her eyes don't leave him as she fumbles to slip under the covers, pulls her towel off her dried hair. And when they're both settled, she'll carefully reach to rest her hands on his arms.
piqued: (hey little sister)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes a few seconds to actually take off his shirt. His pants will survive the creasing of curling up on the bed, but he needs to save the shirt.

He takes a moment before shifting closer, settling his own arm over her waist. "...all right?"
somuchheart: (looks like i'm curious)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods, then can't help a more genuinely happy laugh. "Don't you have proper nightclothes? I think you need me to take care of you."
piqued: (back in black)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"...at home." Which isn't here. Which he's trying not to Think about.
somuchheart: (look like i'm so happy)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll iron your pants for you tomorrow morning before you leave." For now, she's shifting closer to him, properly tucking her chin under his jaw and slipping one leg between his. "This... is okay?"
piqued: (never really alone)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"...it is. It's..." It's wonderful. It's the sort of thing a person doesn't know they Want until they have it. "...comfortable."
somuchheart: (looks like i'm blushing)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Her fingers reach around him to start rubbing a soothing patten into his back. "... Good. I'm glad. I was.... convinced I'd scared you away."
piqued: (make me undone)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
His snort is soft, face shifting to settle a little more properly against her hair. "An' I thought you got spooked when I picked you up."
somuchheart: (looks like i'm mischievous)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs. "I literally asked for that. It was just... just a little close for not having this.... conversation." After a pause, she adds on, "I wouldn't mind if you were to do it again."
piqued: (lock it in your pocket)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"...really?" Even though Tomorrow she'd want him to take her Home?
somuchheart: (looks like she likes plotting)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't want him to. But her people need her. "... yes. Really."
piqued: (would you look at that.)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
And his needed him. This really would be their Last Moment.

His sigh came soft against her hair, head shaking slightly as his arms curled her closer.
somuchheart: (looking alone)

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-12 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She sighs softly, clutching him tighter before reaching to press a kiss to her cheek.

It is their Last Moment. She's trying to keep her sorrow bottled until after they're parted ways. No need to make it harder than necessary.
piqued: (the good old days)

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-12 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. He somehow can't Stop himself from shifting to kiss her cheek firmly in response.
somuchheart: (looking away)

SO. MEME FOR MAKING A HAPPY ENDING?! ;3(

[personal profile] somuchheart 2013-05-13 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
The next morning will be subdued. He'll straighten her collar. She'll adjust his tie. The car ride will be silent, with only an occasional longing glance from Blythe.

And then they'll be there. And then it'll be time for her to get out of the car, to not look back at Declán because she knows all eyes will be on her from within the safe house.

And that's it.
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ooc;

[personal profile] piqued 2013-05-13 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Link/point and I'll follow/post. o/
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