Yeah, I'll - [ she breaths in short and sharp, high in her chest as she's settled to him - no, no that's wrong she thinks, where she leans her chest against his shoulder blades, turns her face that little to his neck as her eyes are drawn - another brush of laughter and she's almost - almost oblivious to how he looks at her. Close and small and - where they're one thread, one shudder of his inhale and her exhale, beat and off beat, her eyes find his and her lips part on a word that never makes it - should she go, maybe, get it before she forgets, where she'll get devoured into the crowd and swept up in music and smoke and colour, because she feels so bright with it, where he's holding her might be the only thing that's tethering her.
But she's forgotten it as quickly as she says it, looking back at him in this small space they've carved out. There's a party of people around them, this a street bursting with life and there's him, just him, when she looks up. Suddenly, he really is everything. A world dimmed to the soft murmur of his voice, where she can feel the hum of his thoughts and - there's something to, she thinks. It's not all her, and her too many drinks and her thick happiness that is feeling her up like she didn't suppose she could be.
It's almost not a whole thought, a word - it's just a feeling, high like a musical note, sweet and soft harmony that comes with feeling: all quick, content intimacy that was all theirs. Nothing to put the walls up. Because - are we friends?
No, they're not settled. They're fitted together, perfectly. there's her and him and them and - ] (Steve?)
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But she's forgotten it as quickly as she says it, looking back at him in this small space they've carved out. There's a party of people around them, this a street bursting with life and there's him, just him, when she looks up. Suddenly, he really is everything. A world dimmed to the soft murmur of his voice, where she can feel the hum of his thoughts and - there's something to, she thinks. It's not all her, and her too many drinks and her thick happiness that is feeling her up like she didn't suppose she could be.
It's almost not a whole thought, a word - it's just a feeling, high like a musical note, sweet and soft harmony that comes with feeling: all quick, content intimacy that was all theirs. Nothing to put the walls up. Because - are we friends?
No, they're not settled. They're fitted together, perfectly. there's her and him and them and - ] ( Steve? )