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Prompt: Push
Fenris’s eyes roved around the small tavern, searching for a certain face. He didn’t catch the familiar eyes he was hunting for but he did find Merill’s. She caught his gaze and then her eyes flickered out the side door somehow knowing who he was searching for.
He slipped through the crowd, avoiding the bawdy crowd and walked into the night air. The silence and cold bite was a welcome relief to the overheated and loudness of the bar. A woman stood in the courtyard some ways away from the door, her back to him. Wild and tangled hair spilled to her lower back and when he moved closer, she did not turn.
Fenris was used to Logan’s completive state, having seen her fall into this several times. More often than not these days, he found himself wondering what was on her mind. He stepped closer and she glanced over her shoulder warily, ever on guard. When she saw it was him, her lips pulled up ever so slightly and her visible eye glimmered in welcome. A warm feeling settled in his stomach as it always did – she seemed ever so eager to welcome him around her and it was something he had begun to look forward to.
“What brings you here Fenris?” She inquired, crossing her arms over her chest. She had traded her armor for something more casual – a simple lawn shirt and breeches. She was also barefoot, like him. Her eye caught his gaze and she chuckled low in her chest. It was a dark rich sound he’d also grown accustomed to.
“I took a lesson from you. It is very pleasant to feel the grass again.” Logan said and smiled. “Even if my toes might get stepped on.”
He wasn’t too sure what to make of the statement so he took it with caution as always but he felt the beginnings of a smile on his face. She looked happy about seeing the expression and it enticed a little more of a smile.
“I came to talk.” He replied to her earlier question and she tilted her head slightly in question, the black hair falling over her blue eye.
“What of?”
Isabela’s words came back to him and he found himself confused what to do. Logan waited, seemingly endlessly patient. As she had always been. Isabela’s suggestion had seemed so easy before but now standing before the object of his confusion, he found himself reaching for broken strings. He stepped closer and met her eyes. She didn’t attempt to move away but instead searched his face, her confusion reflecting his own.
Isabela had lied when she said it would be simple. He was now just a footstep away from her and could feel the warmth of her skin. Fenris tried to stifle the instinctive sensation of fleeing and Logan slowly uncrossed her arms. It suddenly became very hard to meet her eyes.
He saw the hand she reached out and then hesitantly pulled back, unsure of what to do. It surprised him, she was never unsure. Then she took a deep breath and raised a hand to his cheek. He immediately flinched, expecting maybe that she would hit him although deep down he knew she would never do it. Or maybe it was just a failing hope.
Ever so hesitant, she rested her hand on his cheek. He tensed reactively. She simply left it there, waiting for him to grow used to the sensation before gently making him look at her, an unspoken question in her eye.
He answered it by leaning over and softly pressing his lip against hers. Fenris didn’t even think of the action but the moment he did it, he realized that this was the right answer. This time Logan tensed and he pulled back. Instead of anger, like he had expected, there was surprise bright in her face, her mouth was slightly open and her cheeks were red. He couldn’t help the ghost of a smile on his face. Fenris had caught her completely off guard.
Logan blinked and then blinked again. Once she opened her mouth to say something but then shut it again. It struck him as… silly.
Instead he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers again and felt her lips turn up in a smile. This time, she kissed him back.
Awe~~~
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I hope that Fenris is like that. Dear god I hope he's like that.
