livingmyths: (Happy)
livingmyths ([personal profile] livingmyths) wrote2008-11-02 06:16 pm

033: Happiness is...

Happiness is...

- having people who care about you
- not feeling like a damaged freak all the time
- working in a place that you love
- having a beautiful place to live
- feeling safe
- pretending to be in a fairy tale
- dancing
- kisses

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[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Mat dipped down and kissed her again. "No. It's not supposed to be like that. It's supposed to be good. Feel good."

Gently he touched her cheek.

"You've been bloody well hurt and shown something terrible. That's not the way it should be."

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[identity profile] livingmyths.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Rain stared up at him for a moment, searching his face and seeing the honesty there. After a long moment she nodded, shoving herself up on one elbow and reaching out with her other hand to pull him in closer for another kiss.

"Show me, then," she whispered. "Show me how it's supposed to be. I trust you."

She would have had sex with him if he'd wanted even when she had thought it would be not good, the way she expected. She wouldn't turn down this opportunity, not with him, not when he was already making her feel so wonderful.

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[identity profile] bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright."

There was something huge about being trusted with something like this. With being trusted at all. He knew he'd never hurt her but her trust still meant something to him. And he had no intentions of breaking it.

Just as gentle as he'd always been, he lowered her back down while he kissed her. His hands moved down to touch skin again and even slid up along her stomach. He'd deal with his pants later as well as uncovering her a little so they could even have sex. For now, he just wanted to relax her again.

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[identity profile] livingmyths.livejournal.com 2008-11-04 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Rain whimpered again as his hands stroked her stomach, arching up into his touch, even as her own hands went searching for skin again.

She trusted him and she knew he wouldn't hurt her, still... sex? She couldn't make sense of it. And his actions were making it impossible for her to even think about it at all.