( He's always hidden behind the Underground. Clarice knew that, and she kissed him anyway. She kissed him because there was something in his eyes every time he looked at her, she kissed him because he touched her carefully, she kissed him because she loved him, even if she didn't know how it happened, where it came from. She didn't want to hide anymore.
And apparently, neither did he.
She looks back, their eyes meeting. Clarice doesn't speak for a moment. Maybe all they need is her leaning down to press her lips to his temple, the gentle way her hands move over his skin. Another bullet, this time she runs her thumb over the space where it had lodged, quiet as she does so. )
I need you too.
( Her hands move to his shoulders, rising a little on her knees to reach. )
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And apparently, neither did he.
She looks back, their eyes meeting. Clarice doesn't speak for a moment. Maybe all they need is her leaning down to press her lips to his temple, the gentle way her hands move over his skin. Another bullet, this time she runs her thumb over the space where it had lodged, quiet as she does so. )
I need you too.
( Her hands move to his shoulders, rising a little on her knees to reach. )
If that wasn't painfully obvious.