With the Agathon's help, they managed to get themselves to the head after the dance. They were alone now, most people having gone back to the rec room or on duty, and Kara was doing her best to unwrap her hands of the red tape that she'd applied earlier. Her muscles were sore, her vision still a bit blurred and her nose was throbbing (she suspected it might be broken), so she was having a harder time than she would have expected.
Then, he took her wrists in his hands, stopping her moments as he began to help her unwrap the red strip. She kept her eyes fixed on his moments, not daring to look up. They were mending bridges she'd blown sky high, and their return to each other was still tentative.
He'd finished unwrapping both hands by now, crouching down before her but not letting go of her wrists.
Ever so gently, he raised her hand to his lips, carefully kissing the red skin of her knuckles.
She finally looked up at his face, his blue eyes intense, a trickle of blood still falling down his eyebrow onto his cheek.
To hell with tentative, she thought as she leaned forward and fused her lips with his, tasting blood and sweat, the foundations of this new life.
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Date: 2011-04-18 05:06 pm (UTC)They were alone now, most people having gone back to the rec room or on duty, and Kara was doing her best to unwrap her hands of the red tape that she'd applied earlier. Her muscles were sore, her vision still a bit blurred and her nose was throbbing (she suspected it might be broken), so she was having a harder time than she would have expected.
Then, he took her wrists in his hands, stopping her moments as he began to help her unwrap the red strip. She kept her eyes fixed on his moments, not daring to look up. They were mending bridges she'd blown sky high, and their return to each other was still tentative.
He'd finished unwrapping both hands by now, crouching down before her but not letting go of her wrists.
Ever so gently, he raised her hand to his lips, carefully kissing the red skin of her knuckles.
She finally looked up at his face, his blue eyes intense, a trickle of blood still falling down his eyebrow onto his cheek.
To hell with tentative, she thought as she leaned forward and fused her lips with his, tasting blood and sweat, the foundations of this new life.