[ Once, a very long time ago, Jefferson told her that she was a wonder. They had been in Wonderland at the time, had been laughing, high on adrenaline after stealing something precious and causing a little bodily harm on the way out. He had touched her cheek, just like this, in the middle of their flight. They had almost gotten caught. ]
[ He won't say it now - he can't say it now - but he can look at her. And he does, frowning, almost puzzled at the fact that she's truly here. ]
You . . .
[ And what to say after that? Isn't that all of it? Fear and confusion bubbling in his stomach at the way she doesn't move, doesn't step forward or backward, he makes a snap decision as he always does and pulls her forward roughly. This is a different kind of kiss. ]
[ Somehow, even now, he has hope. But hopes have been dashed before. ]
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[ He won't say it now - he can't say it now - but he can look at her. And he does, frowning, almost puzzled at the fact that she's truly here. ]
You . . .
[ And what to say after that? Isn't that all of it? Fear and confusion bubbling in his stomach at the way she doesn't move, doesn't step forward or backward, he makes a snap decision as he always does and pulls her forward roughly. This is a different kind of kiss. ]
[ Somehow, even now, he has hope. But hopes have been dashed before. ]