One thing he's never been very good at is talking himself out of things. Especially when it comes to affairs of the heart: he's pitiful at self-control. He's always been attracted to the blush of affection and attention. All performing musicians crave the spotlight and that means they crave the resulting adulation, but this... this is different. This is his heart and he's got a sneaking suspicion that his soul's also wrapped up in things in a big, big way.
Faye isn't the reason he's still here instead of dead and buried. He knows that and he would never, ever suggest otherwise: it's too big a responsibility to put on any other person. As sleek and strong and catlike as she is, there's still a measure of fragility to her. Every now and again he catches it in her eyes or the corner of her mouth when she doesn't think he's looking, and he finds himself wanting to smooth it away like so much static electricity.
The part that amazes him the most about this whole thing with Faye isn't that she's a woman and women aren't supposed to be his style. He's been with women before, even if it hasn't been for a long, long time, but he suspects these things have a tendency to go in waves. It's all good. Men and women are both so attractive to him for different reasons. What really surprises and delights him is that in Faye, he sees the best of everything: there's a tough side to her and at the same time she's incredibly feminine in a tiger-like musky way. When he wakes up in the morning with her at his side, he's flooded -- absolutely flooded -- with a contentment he doesn't remember ever knowing before.
There have been times in his life when he fell hard for someone, and he knows that rush of falling. But with Faye, he hasn't had the falling sensation, that whole so-out-of-control thing that's dizzying and breathtaking and heartbreaking. Surprisingly, this affair with Faye -- and it is a pretty torrid affair -- has been a slow burn from the very beginning. It took them a year and a half to get to where they are, maybe even longer. That whole time has been a constant upward nudging of their relationship's fuel gauge and now...
...now it's on full burn. When he sees her, he has this hugely proprietary moment encompassed in the single word mine.
He doesn't even fight it as he moves to her side, tucks a hand beneath her chin, tilts her face up to his, and delivers what just might be the perfect kiss.
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Faye isn't the reason he's still here instead of dead and buried. He knows that and he would never, ever suggest otherwise: it's too big a responsibility to put on any other person. As sleek and strong and catlike as she is, there's still a measure of fragility to her. Every now and again he catches it in her eyes or the corner of her mouth when she doesn't think he's looking, and he finds himself wanting to smooth it away like so much static electricity.
The part that amazes him the most about this whole thing with Faye isn't that she's a woman and women aren't supposed to be his style. He's been with women before, even if it hasn't been for a long, long time, but he suspects these things have a tendency to go in waves. It's all good. Men and women are both so attractive to him for different reasons. What really surprises and delights him is that in Faye, he sees the best of everything: there's a tough side to her and at the same time she's incredibly feminine in a tiger-like musky way. When he wakes up in the morning with her at his side, he's flooded -- absolutely flooded -- with a contentment he doesn't remember ever knowing before.
There have been times in his life when he fell hard for someone, and he knows that rush of falling. But with Faye, he hasn't had the falling sensation, that whole so-out-of-control thing that's dizzying and breathtaking and heartbreaking. Surprisingly, this affair with Faye -- and it is a pretty torrid affair -- has been a slow burn from the very beginning. It took them a year and a half to get to where they are, maybe even longer. That whole time has been a constant upward nudging of their relationship's fuel gauge and now...
...now it's on full burn. When he sees her, he has this hugely proprietary moment encompassed in the single word mine.
He doesn't even fight it as he moves to her side, tucks a hand beneath her chin, tilts her face up to his, and delivers what just might be the perfect kiss.