flaminphoenix:

@clawinkitten continued on from (x)!

   Truthfully, there was no real other word to explain how the redhead felt other than lost. She’d lost her family, lost her home, more or less lost everything that made even a small ounce of sense in the last—however long it had been. But then there had been Kitty; at least, someone who looked and sounded and felt just how Kitty would have back where she was supposed to be. This girl, this person, how could she be sure they weren’t as fake as the rest of the whole world? That as soon as she lowered her guard she’d be hauled off back to the early days of her life she’d so narrowly escaped? Were that a question she asked aloud the answer would have been she couldn’t be sure yet when a rather sudden, rapid tug dragged her a good three inches south towards a strangely familiar pair of lips that wary train of thought seemed to dissipate.

   Whether intentional or not, Kitty was projecting her emotions and for the time being they certainly felt real enough that Rachel could follow along and wait out this fake reality before returning to her own so much farther away. Maybe that was the reason she was compelled to run her hands up the others back and into her curly hair before returning the rather sudden gesture with as much fervour as she could muster. It was nice to feel something familiar, that strange yet ebbing series of thoughts she’d had towards her best friend for quite some time returning effortlessly and frankly, if she could keep them hanging around for the smallest bit longer she’d damn well take it. The telepath feels herself stumble forwards, leaning into the others grip but retreats ever so slightly for air before glancing forwards with an expression of utter surprise “…Yes, Kit?”

   She hadn’t expected her to return the foolish gesture she’d made in a hasty moment of thinking on her feet (or perhaps not thinking at all). Each kiss that was given back quickened her pulse and sent her cheeks a light with both the color and heat of her sudden bashfulness in the wake of unmistakable but foolish bravery. As her grip softened she too became untensed, pushing against the hand that crept up her back demanding more affection from it even if she was already pushing her luck. Her hands in the meantime, while no longer gripping, stayed on her shoulders so she might center the taller of the two toward her and with hope beyond hope keep her there. Maybe this longing came from the emptiest all her recent losses had left and maybe it had always been there, those butterflies she’d had back home more than just that unbeknownst to her. Maybe it didn’t matter.

As she pulled away Kitty took the disappointment in stride, small breathes in the space she shared sparse as she tried to make herself small in the wake of her boldness. And still she did not pull away. It could have been her hoping, but she thought and she prayed Rachel needed this in the way she needed it. She needed to be close to someone and she needed familiarity in their new home with what she thought maybe, one day, if they could ever stop bickering, a new family. “I…just…” She hadn’t expected her to answer her desperate cry with such causality, especially after the moves she’d pulled. It made her briefly frantic searching for a reason she’d done what she did. “I didn’t want you to leave…and I panicked.”

Mar 11 17:22 ( ♥ 10 )