crypt | meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

meme | #001 -- hardest words to say ( and i'd do anything to make you stay )

HARDEST THING TO SAY MEME

Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.
02. I WOULD KILL YOU The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.
03. I LOVE YOU, BUT... A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.
04. I DON'T TRUST YOU No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.
05. SACRIFICE You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.
06. TROUBLE You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.
07. CRIME CONFESSION You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.
08. DEMONS We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.
09. I'M PREGNANT... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.
10. BETRAYAL You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it
11. CHEATED You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.
12. BROKEN That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.
13. AFRAID Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.
14. HELP ME You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.
15. I'M SORRY You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.
16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.
17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.
18. LET'S RUN AWAY You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.
19. ASHAMED Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.
20. CAN'T REMEMBER The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?
21. HOW COULD YOU You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.
22. YOUR CHOICE Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

yep. totally stolen from memebells.
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She would stand by him no matter what, she already got through the hardest times already. At least, she hoped that they were over now, because as hard as having him far away and out of touch was, having him close and out of touch, just barely out of reach was rougher.

"You're alright, though, right?" She was worried this would be too much, that he might start feeling sick or woozy. Her arm slipped through his a little tighter, her eyes on his face as they rounded the block that they lived on. "I mean, do you feel sick or anything?"

He knew by now that Summer was amazing, loyal, and above all strong. She'd been strong for him while he was away, and strong for him while he was here and just beyond her reach the way she wanted him. And he was more than glad for both their sakes that he was back, whole, or at least well on his way to getting there.

"I feel all right, yeah," he confirmed, when she asked, feeling her arm tighten in his almost the same way his stomach tightened as they turned down their block. "I mean... I feel a little... like my head is very full," he chuckled dryly, "but other than that, fine. Nothing hurts. Nothing's off. Not physically." There was just a lot to get used to, mentally. "I just feel like... well, like the contents of an entire life have been shoved into my head. But it's not bad. Just strange."

"That's pretty much what happened," she said with a bit of a smile, since it was true. His life had suddenly come back to him, all at once, shoved into his mind. She was still worried for him but she knew that he was strong, that he was going to true the best he could to stay that way. And she'd be there for him like always. "I'm glad you're okay, though." They were coming onto her house, her fingers curling against his arm supportively, but she did stop them in front of her house.

"It's going to be okay, you know?" She leaned up to press her lips to his, arms wrapping around his neck for a moment to pull him down gently for a kiss, a slow and sweet one, hopefully one that would make him feel a little better. Or maybe distract him some.

Bob hummed in agreement - she was right, that was pretty much what had happened, and he had a feeling it was all going to take a while to sink in. But he hoped it would sink in, that all the memories that had cropped up as they'd walked through town would stay right where they were. And in fact, it had been almost completely disorienting to walk down their street, it was laden with so much information he hadn't even realized he was missing. But overwhelmed though he was, he had Summer beside him to keep him grounded, her fingers reminding him that he wasn't alone in this, wouldn't drown in the memories flooding his mind. All the same... he almost didn't dare glance back at his own house, he was afraid of just how much information that sight might unlock. He would save that for later, because he wanted to be all right, wanted to spend the night in a house tonight and not the hospital, if he could manage it.

He would have responded to those simple, sweet words - but they were followed by a simple, sweet kiss that he couldn't tear himself away from, not for a long, long time. He leaned close, just letting her presence comfort him, hoping his could do even a little of the same for her. "You know... I think it will be," he breathed against her lips, as the kiss finally tapered off. "Because we'll make sure it's okay, right?" He glanced up at the house, swallowing and glancing down at her. "But I guess we'd better get inside..."

"I know it will be, Leckie. You'll be okay," she said with utter faith in her voice because she knew it to be true and she needed it just as much. Her lips ached to kiss him more, to stay out here and just let themselves have this moment but it was late. And her father would need to check him out. "Yeah, we better." She gave him one last lingering kiss before she took his arm, looped hers through it and guided him towards the house.

Inside was Dr. Roberts who would consent to Leckie staying, would check him out and say that he seemed to be fine physically but that he'd need to go to the doctor first thing in the morning to see a neurologist and other doctors to make sure. And while Dr. Roberts spoke and looked over Leckie, Summer got the guest room ready, it was down the hall from her room and her father's, on the other side of the house, basically. She fixed the linens, fluffed the pillows. She came downstairs with a bit of a smile. "The room's ready for you, Bob." Dr. Robert's reached to shake Leckie's hand before giving them both a look before he excused himself to his own room.

The faith in her voice helped, more than anything - he wanted to live up to that faith, and her surety gave him surety of his own. If Summer believed in him, after all this... how could he do anything but be all right? He admittedly wanted to spend a few more minutes outside kissing her, or at least holding her close, but her father would be waiting and delaying the inevitable wouldn't really help.

In the end, he was relieved when Dr. Roberts pronounced him physically sound and fit enough to stay the night, provided he went to the hospital first thing in the morning, which was all right with him. Part of him wanted the confirmation and assurance of the doctors there that this would be all right (even if he wasn't sure they could give him that), but not tonight. He was more worn out than he wanted to let on, and he didn't want to go anywhere else when things seemed to be getting better, not worse. So when Summer came downstairs and said the guest room was ready for him, he nodded gratefully, shaking her father's hand with words of genuine thanks.

Of course, he saw the way the man looked at them before he headed for bed, as if to say that they'd better behave themselves. He had to hold in a sigh - he was a guest in their home, of course, and he'd better damn well behave himself - and moved to take Summer's hand, fingers tangling with hers gently. "Thanks for getting it ready for me," he murmured, figuring at least a short kiss (or few) goodnight might be okay, in a moment. "I guess we'd better get some sleep."

Of course, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to sleep at all, no matter how exhausted he felt.

Summer watched as her father headed up the stairs, distracted when Leckie reached for her hand, fingers threading with hers. Her eyes lifted to his face and she smiled at him. "My pleasure," she murmured softly, truthfully. She was glad to know he'd be here, under this roof and with a doctor in case something happened. And once she heard her father's door click shut, she moved to kiss Leckie, pressing her lips to his without hesitation.

Her fingers of her free hand moved to comb through his hair, lovingly before she murmured, "Yeah, we better. You have to be exhausted." She figured he'd fall fast asleep but she wasn't sure she'd be able to sleep one wink.

He smiled sincerely as she leaned up to kiss him, his lips easily molding to hers for a slow, soft kiss as his fingers tightened around hers gently, for just a moment. At her words, he nodded - he was exhausted, whether he felt like he could sleep or not, and even more importantly, he thought she might be, too. "I am... and I bet you must be, too. It's been quite a night for us both." More good than bad, thankfully, but that didn't mean they didn't need their rest. "I know where the guest room is, you don't have to walk me all the way there." Though he certainly wouldn't mind if she did.

She pressed her palm to his as they kissed, her mouth drawing out the kiss for a moment before she pulled back as he spoke. "I wouldn't be a very good hostess if I didn't." She kept her hand in his as she moved to guide him up the stairs, towards the room. And once they reached it, she'd lean in for another kiss, though careful to be extra quiet.

"I love you, Robert Leckie. I hope you sleep tight."

"Well... let it never be said that you aren't, then," he murmured, smiling at her as she led him up to the guest room, glad to follow her lead. When she turned to kiss him, he gladly moved to meet her halfway, smiling at her words, which were soothing, comforting after everything that had happened tonight. "I hope you do the same, Summer Roberts. Because I love you, so much, and now I remember every single little reason why." They might all be a jumble, but that didn't matter - they were there, and that counted for a hell of a lot.

He paused with his hand on the doorknob, leaning down for one more brief, quiet kiss. "You have a good night, sweetheart." And with that, he squeezed her fingers once more and slipped into the guest room, which was a very comfortable size with a very comfortable-looking bed. His stomach flipped - in the best of ways - when he thought about Summer getting it ready for him, and he pulled off his shoes, leaving them by the door, before he padded over to the bed. He didn't have any spare clothes here, so he stripped down to his boxers, draping his uniform carefully over a chair so it wouldn't be wrinkled in the morning. At least he could put it back on before he headed downstairs in the morning, and no one would care what he was sleeping in - he was tempted to sleep completely bare, but part of him said he'd done far worse than wear a pair of boxers twice in a row.

And so, with a deep sigh, he slid gratefully into the large, comfortable bed... and laid awake for what felt like hours but could have been only minutes, staring at the ceiling, unable to stop his mind from whirling in circles so fast it almost made him dizzy.

"And that makes me more happy than I can say," she murmured softly, letting him steal one last kiss before he slipped into his room for the night. She stood there for a moment, staring at the door, feeling something in her stomach twist. She wanted to open that door and go in there and lay down with him, to hold him and fall asleep. But he needed the rest and well... She headed down the hall, making a bit of noise so her father could hear that she was going into her room and not staying somewhere else. She heard her father say goodnight and she wished him the same before closing the door to her bedroom. She slipped out of her own clothing. It was too hot to sleep in her usual pajamas.

But as she laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, she felt restless, that same stomach twisting feeling settling over her, her mind buzzing with thoughts. After about an hour, she rolled onto her side, staring out the window, her eyes on the house that Leckie once lived in, memories coming back to her. Memories of her waving at him through their windows, memories of crying herself to sleep wishing he was in that very window instead across the world. And now he was just down the hall, having memories of his own once more.

She made a decision then and there as she slipped out of her bed, grabbing her robe to slip on, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she tied it at her waist and pulled her hair down to tumble in waves at her shoulders. It was a little tricky but she managed to sneak out of her room without a peep, tip toe down the hallway and knock so quietly on his door, opening it without permission and slipping inside.

Robert had tossed and turned for what felt like forever, but every time he checked his watch it seemed like no time had passed at all. He'd tried closing his eyes, tried keeping them open, it didn't seem to matter; he was exhausted but his mind simply wouldn't - couldn't - shut down, spinning in endless circles as every memory that surfaced seemed to bring a hundred more with it. He hadn't spent a lot of time in this house, before, but he'd spent time around Summer, and even the smell of the sheets in here reminded him of her so strongly that it felt like his entire childhood had replayed in his head in the past few minutes, during which Summer was a bright spark that seemed to grow brighter as the years had passed. It was staggering, how much a part of his life she was, even if they hadn't had more than casual childhood interactions until they'd gotten older. But he realized that he'd spent a lot of time thinking about her, and now he could remember just how gut-wrenching it had been to sail across the world into what he'd thought was certain death and leave her behind with a promise to come back that he hadn't been sure he could fulfill.

But he had come back, even if it hadn't really felt true until tonight, until everything had come back to him. And things were still coming back, a near-constant stream until the soft knock on his door shook him out of it, startling him into a sitting position as he saw the door open just enough to allow someone small to slip inside. He almost looked at his watch again - it couldn't be morning, it was still dark, but he had no idea how long he'd really been lying here - and suddenly it didn't much matter. He didn't need to squint into the darkness to see who it was, because there was really only one person it could be. "Summer?" he whispered. Suddenly his skin was prickling, feeling too hot and yet all too aware that he was only wearing his boxers under the sheets; he'd kicked off the coverlet long ago, it was lying bunched at the bottom of the bed.

Edited 2012-05-31 18:48 (UTC)

Their lives were so very intertwined and she wanted it to always be that way. She wanted him in her life always, she wanted to give him her life, give her everything she could. And that was what drove her to close the door behind her with a quiet click, her breath catching in her throat when she heard him say her name. She could see him in the faded light of the room, a street lamp still on and barely shining through the curtains, exposing the fact that he was wearing very little.

"It's me," she whispered back as she straightened, pushing off the door, leaving that life line as she made her way towards the bed without another word. She felt breathless and nervous and excited all at once, maybe this was crazy but it wasn't a mistake. She put her finger up to her mouth to silence him as she moved to crawl onto the bed, moving onto to straddle his lap, letting her body guide her.

Her soft words confirmed it, that it was Summer, though for a moment he couldn't fathom what she was doing in here. Had she had a nightmare? Had she wanted to check on him? Those were all reasonable explanations, and following hot on their heels were about a hundred different fantasies that he wasn't sure he should even think about or his body would start to respond, and that would be very embarrassing -

Of course, it was starting to feel like one of those fantasies was coming true as she moved, not to stand beside the bed and ask how he was, but to shush him and proceed to crawl onto the bed, onto him, her body heat barely impeded by whatever cloth was between them, because it sure as hell wasn't much. His entire body shivered, but not because he was cold, as he looked up at her face, almost awestruck. "... Hi," he managed to somehow get out, the word whispered so very quietly between them as he reached up with one hand to touch her face, carefully, like it might scare her off - or wake him up from whatever very nice dream he was apparently having. He practically breathed the next few words, because if he was too loud... the moment might break, or at the very least, her father would hear something. "I thought you'd be asleep."

Summer worried what he might think of her, if he'd turn her away. Because while they'd kissed, sometimes it got a little heated, they'd never been anywhere this intimate. And now she was in his lap, pulling the sheet around them, the only thing separating them were his boxers and the robe that was caught between them. He spoke to her softly and she felt her stomach jump ten stories, her eyes meeting with his. "I couldn't," she breathed out the words, her heart pounding faster and harder than it ever had. She turned her head to kiss his palm, eyes closing for a moment as she just basked in being this close to him for the first time.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you in here," she spoke so softly, her head turning back to look down at him, her skin prickling too as she leaned down to press her lips to his for a slow, drawn out kiss.

He would never turn her away, couldn't possibly deny that he wanted to be close to her, even if they never had been. Now he could remember years of dreaming about a moment like this - and now that he suddenly had it, he almost didn't know what to do. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to make the wrong move, assume too much, drive her away - he felt like he'd been waiting his entire life for Summer to even think about getting this close to him, pulling the soft sheets of the bed around them as her lips touched his hand - and then his own lips. The thing was, as soon as she leaned in to kiss him, the racket inside his head seemed to fall silent, every single one of his senses so very attuned on just this moment that he almost laughed - this was exactly what he'd needed to get his mind to quiet, if only briefly.

His lips moved carefully, slowly against hers - and probably a little more eagerly than he meant, but there was only so much he could hold back when suddenly his fantasy seemed to have stepped out of his mind and into his lap - and his body knew it, too. He shuffled up so he was sitting a little better, the hand that wasn't touching her face moving to carefully rest at her hip, fingers curling gently into the fabric of her robe. "Well... I didn't mean to keep you up," he murmured, smiling up at her with a mixture of gentleness and hopefulness that he simply couldn't mask. "What can I do to help?"

With their bodies pressed closer together, she was finely attuned to the fact that she'd never been this close to him or any other man in her life. His kiss was eager but so was hers, her body seeming to know exactly what to do even if her mind was racing with how much she didn't know what to do. Moving beneath her, he sat up a little more, his hand finding her hip, making her shift a little closer to him.

Of course, his words only made her nervousness multiply, made those butterflies in her stomach flutter like mad. But it was his smile that made it stop, the way he looked so hopeful and she knew then and there that this was right. She kissed him again, softly, slowly before she could manage to whisper, "I love you, Leckie. I..." How did she say this? How did tell him what she wanted when she wasn't even sure what to say? "I..." Instead of speaking, both hands found his face and drew his it to her mouth once more, this time letting the hunger in her kiss tell him what she wanted, what he could do to make it better.

She didn't answer him in so many words... but her action was unmistakable, saying she wanted more, she wanted to get closer - and he couldn't possibly even consider denying that unspoken request. Summer had been waiting years for him to come home, to start a life with him, and he had returned only to put that life on hold once more when he hadn't remembered a thing. He'd hoped to get it back on track, telling her tonight how he felt... but then the fireworks had knocked his entire life loose and suddenly he felt like the fuse for this moment had been lit years ago, and now it was just coming full circle, it was time for this to happen. The thought both excited and terrified him, but the latter only in that... he wanted to do this right, he wanted to treat her with the utmost respect and love and he wasn't entirely sure how... but he was damned if he wasn't going to try and figure it out.

His body shivered again as she kissed him, especially considering the feel of her heat, her weight in his lap, making his body react and he was worried it would scare her away... but he'd just have to cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, he tried to answer that kiss with one of his own, nodding a little against her lips as his fingers dragged down the fabric of her robe, over her hip and down to touch the outside of her thigh, coming dangerously close to the hem. "Summer... I love you too. I have for so long - " He wanted her to know that, for her to understand that what she was doing... he didn't think it was wrong, either.

Summer didn't know how to start things or if this was right, but she knew she wanted it, it felt right to her. Her whole body was eager for his, feeling needy now that they were pressed so tightly together. She'd never felt this way before, she'd never felt this sort of need until the moment she was in his lap like she was now, the heat of their bodies pressed tucked together, both of them shivering but neither of them chilled.

His hands moved along her body, touching her through fabric and she felt her breath catch in her throat at the idea of him touching her in those same places except without fabric between them. Her eyes opened to look at him when he spoke, melting above him at what he said. "Oh, Leckie..." She knew he knew she loved him for so long too. "I would've loved you no matter what. I still do," she murmured softly against his lips. And with a tiny breath, her hand reached for his, guiding it to the tie of her robe, her stomach churning with nerves as she encouraged him to pull at it.

He was feeling the same way, like his body was overheating but it was exactly what he wanted, Summer pressed against him so tightly that they could melt into a single person. He wanted to touch her, touch her everywhere, but he wasn't sure he should until she reached for his hand, pulling his fingers toward the tie of her robe in an action that was as unmistakable as the passion behind her kisses. She wanted this, she wouldn't be doing this if she didn't, and he couldn't deny that he wanted it, too - wanted to give her what she had waited years to have.

His fingers moved to grasp the fabric beneath them, carefully pulling at it until it came loose, the robe falling open with nothing to hold it closed over her body and... well, fuck, she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath it, and he couldn't help the way he stared, the little inhale of breath, the way his fingers moved from her robe to the soft skin of her stomach, the pads of his fingers touching her almost like she might break if he wasn't as careful as he could possibly be. He glanced up at her face, wanting to make sure this was still okay, that his touch wasn't going to drive her away, his expression both reverent and awestruck at just how beautiful her body was, with nothing left to hide it. "And I can't ask for anything more." Because really, who could? Who could possibly imagine wanting something greater than what she had given him?

Edited 2012-05-31 20:41 (UTC)

As he pulled the tie loose, the fabric of her robe loosening, one side slipping down her shoulder, she watched his face. She felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes just from the sheer nervousness of him seeing her bare for the first time, from this angle. And as his hand moved touch her, she sucked in a breath, her eyes glued to his face, shifting a little into that very touch, the first time any man had ever touched her there, bare skinned and warm. When his eyes met with hers and he spoke, she wasn't sure if that meant she was beautiful or just passable. And after a faltering sort of smile, she nodded, chewing on her lip as she let the fabric slip from her shoulders and pool around her, exposing the rest of her body to his scrutiny.

"I know I'm not... a pin up or anything," she choked out nervously. I just hope that I'm pretty enough for you to want me the rest of our lives is what she wanted to say.

Her reaction wasn't exactly what he'd expected - he'd thought she might be shy, she might blush and act bashful, but she was acting truly terrified, more nervous than he ever wanted her to feel, not around him. He couldn't help but frown, pulling his hand away for a moment, looking up at her face and trying to understand what she might be feeling, how she could possibly think... "Summer - Summer, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he mumbled, awestruck at the fact that she somehow didn't realize it. His hand moved to touch her skin again, to trace her collarbone, wanting to move lower, to touch her chest, but not yet, not now, not until she wanted him to. "You're... you're perfect, don't you think I can see that?" He was the one who wasn't perfect, at least he wasn't skin and bones anymore but there were scars he couldn't hide, he'd just been hoping she hadn't seen them in the dark.

But all of that wasn't even important at the moment, as the hand touching her face tried to get her to look up, to calm down, his thumb stroking her cheek carefully, gently. "I don't want you to be scared, you don't - you don't have to do this - " God, he wanted her, he wanted more, but if she didn't, if she was only trying to keep him from leaving, now that he had his memory back... then that wasn't want he wanted this to be about.

It was amazing how just a few words could change the whole feeling of a situation. When he spoke, when he called her perfect, when he said she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, she felt herself relax above him, the tension twisting her stomach into knots disappearing. It was the way he said it, the look on his face as he did that made her believe it. And he wasn't one to say things to humor her or to get his way, he was a good man who loved her and what he said, he meant. Her eyes met with his as he urged her face up, her cheeks finally flushing as they should and her lips curving into a nervous but not scared smile. "I'm not scared," she said it softly, confidently even though she was a little scared of doing it wrong. "I just want to be what you wanted."

And because of his words, it made her easy to lean back down, bare chest pressing to his as she kissed him, tenderly, her fingers slipping up to comb through his hair as her other hand slipped between them to rest on his chest, just missing the scar there.

Whatever part of what he'd said had gotten through, it had done what he'd wanted - she relaxed, a smile curving her lips and when she said he wasn't scared, he believed her, believed that she wasn't forcing herself to do this, that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her - and oh, that meant more than he could possibly say. It felt like his heart had almost stopped and now it had started again. Yes, he wanted to continue, but there was no way he would have if she hadn't wanted to, if she hadn't been able to see just what he wanted to tell her - that she was perfect, that nothing could change that. "You have always been what I've wanted," he told her, and his words were sincere, honest. "And you always will be, Summer Roberts." He was sure of that, more sure than anything, no matter what happened between them. This girl had been the center of his life for so long, through thick and thin, and he would never want anyone else, no one could compare.

And that was doubly true as she leaned forward, her chest brushing against his as her lips sought his for a kiss, one he hummed quietly into, remembering they had to keep it down but he still wanted her to know how good it felt. But as her fingers trailed down his chest, his body couldn't help but tense - he didn't know what she'd do when she saw the scar, when she realized she might have to touch it, that it was something he could never remove or make better. He knew he wasn't ugly, he knew she must find him desirable and he always did his best to look good for her, but somehow he'd always felt much safer knowing the worst he had to offer could be hidden beneath his clothes and dealt with later - except now it was later, and now she was going to see.

He broke the kiss slowly, reluctantly, deciding that he couldn't possibly hope to keep her from noticing it, he wasn't stupid enough to think that she'd never see it. He swallowed, not entirely sure what to say, how to tell her, except, "I'm not as perfect as you are, though. I know I'm lucky - I'm whole, and I'm here, but I - " He reached for her hand, pulling it closer to the biggest scar, leaning back a little so maybe she'd be able to see without actually making her touch it - that she'd have to do on her own. "If you don't like it... I just figured you should know where to avoid."

There was never a feeling of this being forced, she'd wanted this from the start, from the moment she decided to sneak into his room in nothing but her robe. There was no question that she wanted to get as close to him as she could even if she was nervous and excited. But that was normal, right? It had to be. But when he spoke, he made it so much easier for her to ignore those butterflies in her stomach, the way her heart was swelling in her chest so big. "I think I've wanted you all my life." She just didn't know it until a couple of years ago. "I'll always love you. Always." And she'd prove it to him time and time again if she had to, if what she'd done already wasn't proof enough.

But as she leaned over to kiss him, she felt him tense beneath her fingertips which only made her pause and pull her hand away from his chest, her eyes opening to look at him as he pulled back from the kiss. And as he started to speak, her eyes started to drift downward, wondering what he was talking about, why he was drawing her hand to-- Her eyes went wide as her fingers suddenly felt the raised and puckered skin beneath her fingertips. And for a moment she just pulled back a little so she could see, her eyes squinting against the dim light of the room. Her training as a nurse did her no favors when it came to imagining what sort of wound it was, what it looked like when it was fresh, her expression falling for a moment as her hand slid down his side. She knew it shouldn't hurt him but her eyes flickered to his face to make sure. "Leckie--" She leaned up to press her lips to his briefly, her words that followed soft and full of emotion. "I don't like it but not because of what you think... I don't like that you had to go through all that pain." Her hand stayed on it, smoothing up and down along the scar, tracing it with her palm. "You're still perfect to me."

And after pressing another soft kiss to his lips, she dared to be bold, leaning down to press a kiss to the scar, shifting above him a little so that she could do so. Her fingers found another, small nick near by and she pressed her lips there too, realizing then that this was the first time she'd ever done something like, kiss a man's chest. She glanced back up to him, "I love all of you."

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