[ he doesn't ask verbally, but the question is there, it always is. the first reassurance, though, is in making sure she's real, having been deceived by too many illusions in his mind while he was alone here, imagining her again and again, only to face the constant disappointment of the bed space beside him being empty and cold as soon as he reaches his arm out to it.
but she's warm, so warm, that he nearly bends further down to try to dig his face into the crook of her neck despite the difference in their height, just so he can feel the heat of her against his cheeks.
instead, though, he reels back just so he can look at her, matching out her features with what he remembers of her, making sure it's all there, that it all fits right. right now, he feels like such a mess of a man, so incomplete, broken pieces threatening to crumble — but one look at her and he feels like everything comes back together again. ]
Marta. [ he mutters, breathlessly, palm reaching up over her cheek, thumb stroking in circles at her skin. leaning in, he catches her mouth with his own — still so warm — kissing her once and then again, and again and again, muttering her name like a safe chant between them. he can taste the blood from where she'd bit down, the dirt that's clung to her skin, but he doesn't care.
— he kisses her and all he can taste is home. ] Marta.
[ she keeps saying it every time she hears him say her name, so much so she doesn't even realize it's happening, and soon enough the words start to bleed into each other and no longer make sense in her ears.
she's okay, yet she feels the way her body begins to shudder in the tightness of his hold. she's okay, but the adrenaline is fast exhausting itself and the reality of all that had happened, all that could have happened, starts to weigh itself down on her mind, and now he'll taste the salt of her tears, too. the irony of them being one of fear now that she's finally and truly safe, but since when have emotions ever made sense anyway?
her hands find leverage on his arms, grip white-knuckled and shaking. ]
T-Take me to our room. Please. [ this one is too big, with too many people. after two weeks in the wide open jungle, all marta wants to feel is the security of four walls and the arms of the man she loves. ]
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but she's warm, so warm, that he nearly bends further down to try to dig his face into the crook of her neck despite the difference in their height, just so he can feel the heat of her against his cheeks.
instead, though, he reels back just so he can look at her, matching out her features with what he remembers of her, making sure it's all there, that it all fits right. right now, he feels like such a mess of a man, so incomplete, broken pieces threatening to crumble — but one look at her and he feels like everything comes back together again. ]
Marta. [ he mutters, breathlessly, palm reaching up over her cheek, thumb stroking in circles at her skin. leaning in, he catches her mouth with his own — still so warm — kissing her once and then again, and again and again, muttering her name like a safe chant between them. he can taste the blood from where she'd bit down, the dirt that's clung to her skin, but he doesn't care.
— he kisses her and all he can taste is home. ] Marta.
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[ she keeps saying it every time she hears him say her name, so much so she doesn't even realize it's happening, and soon enough the words start to bleed into each other and no longer make sense in her ears.
she's okay, yet she feels the way her body begins to shudder in the tightness of his hold. she's okay, but the adrenaline is fast exhausting itself and the reality of all that had happened, all that could have happened, starts to weigh itself down on her mind, and now he'll taste the salt of her tears, too. the irony of them being one of fear now that she's finally and truly safe, but since when have emotions ever made sense anyway?
her hands find leverage on his arms, grip white-knuckled and shaking. ]
T-Take me to our room. Please. [ this one is too big, with too many people. after two weeks in the wide open jungle, all marta wants to feel is the security of four walls and the arms of the man she loves. ]