|happier_bunny (happier_bunny) wrote in qaf_scavenger,|
@ 2008-09-05 21:00:00
|Entry tags:||kissing contest|
KISSING CONTEST entry #13
Category: #5 - Open
Title: It's Where You Are
Genre: cheesey ficlet, lol
A/N: Sequel to Serenity.
I stood outside the wide up door and watched Brian moving through the empty space. I rolled my eyes when I realized he wasn't exploring every last nook and cranny out of sentimentality, but rather was carefully inspecting the place to be sure nothing had been forgotten.
The movers had come three days ago and Brian had left the oversight of the clearing out of the loft in my hands, much to his dismay. A last minute disaster on an account and an unexpected trip to the west coast, and Brian had relented.
He stopped in front the enormous windows, bathed in light, and acknowledged my presence without turning around.
"Where's your Mommy?"
He turned and started walking towards me as I finally stepped inside, "No time for one last fuck then?"
I shook my head, smiling, but felt a twinge of regret at not arranging to get here a bit earlier.
Brian laughed at the expression on my face, "Good thing we took advantage of all our favorite surface areas before I left."
I reached my hand up, cupping the back of his head and softly pressed my lips against his. As I pulled back he sighed and pressed his forehead against mine, eyes shut, and silent. He seemed hesitant to move, as if willing time to stand still. But it never does.
Finally, I broke the contact and wanting to give him the space he seemed to need to say goodbye on his own, I murmured that I would meet him downstairs. When I turned to go his hand closed tightly around my wrist, pulling me back towards him.
His lips sought mine, kissing me gently, exploring my mouth like we had all the time in the world and absolutely nothing else to do for the rest of our lives. This time he leaned back away from the kiss first. A hint of a smile playing around the corners of his lips, and his hand still firmly around my wrist he pulled me out the door and down the stairs without a backward glance.