Nikola Corbett (nikola_corbett) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-03-12 02:06:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | jared chase, nikola corbett, nsfw |
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.
Nikki had stayed away for as long as she could. Or, maybe, would. She wasn't sure when Jared had gone from being a steady rock in her life to someone with complications, but she had thought that she could distance herself from the complications. The problem was, she missed the steady rock. She missed him, everything about him, from his sometimes awkward jokes to the way his hands felt on her. There were few enough people in the Society she could talk to the way she did him. Few enough, as in none other.
So it was that she found herself walking over to his quarters after a long day of work, dressed in the 'off' clothes she so rarely got to wear outside of her own room, ripped jeans and a sweater. She'd taken the time to have a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, then stared at the inside of her fridge for a few long seconds before she realized that she wasn't hungry, and just wanted to curl up with someone warm.
Where else was she supposed to go? So she knocked on his door, and hoped that he was in.