Justine [The Dresden Files] (crazy_gorgeous) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-27 17:49:00 |
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WHO: Thomas & Justine Raith
WHAT: Private celebrations
WHEN: Continued from the Christmas Tree thread
WHERE: Their room
WARNINGS: Sexual content
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"I don't mind hearing it," Thomas responded. Justine was more than a lover. She was part of him, she made his soul complete. She fed his Hunger in ways no one else could. So maybe he'd almost killed her, at one point he was certain he had killed her. She was his life force, and his love for her was deep and true and endless.
He made it back to the apartment without slowing. Getting inside was a bit tricky, but he managed without putting Justine down. He didn't put her down until he deposited her on their bed. He fell down on top of her, rolled to the side and proceeded to kiss her as if his life depended on it.
Justine rolled with him, her skirt hiking up as she drew a leg over his, holding his body close to hers. Her mouth opened to his kiss, and she breathed him in, feeling his touch ease away all her worries and cares. So what if he was like a drug? He was her sanity, her anchor; the prize that she had fought for every grueling day that she had spent in therapy after she had thrown herself in front of that metaphorical bus for him.
They truly were two halves of a whole.