brutalsurvivor:

   _{Joel had never been a sentimental man, but then again, he’d never met someone like Fallon. There were more than a dozen reasons why anything resembling emotional attachment was a horrible idea, but the older man couldn’t bring himself to care. Right now, the small brunette in front of him was all that mattered.} 

          _{As her palm moved to press against his jaw, Joel instinctively leaned into Fallon’s touch, lashes closing to shield his chocolate brown eyes when he felt her close the distance between them. His heart rate picked up yet again, their proximity setting off alarms that had been dormant for years.} 

   _{Eyes still closed, the girl’s lips found his again; the gesture slow and steady when in the space of a blink, something sparked in the two survivors. Fallon was the initiator, but Joel wasn’t far behind as the kiss deepened. Unable to resist, the older man’s arms slid around the girl’s waist as their bodies snuffed out the inch of air between their bodies as the passion wafted over them.} 

The feel of his arms around her waist only served to quicken Fallon’s heartbeat as she felt herself falling helplessly into the embrace. As he began to pull her body towards the warmth of his own, she savored the mere moment of anticipation, before she felt herself let out a small gasp into his mouth as their bodies collided. Her mind raced as she felt her form against his; the width of his chest against hers, the sudden and overpowering scent of him, the way she had to hold her body higher to keep on level with his stature. She hoped beyond hope that he couldn’t feel just how hard her heart was hammering against her rib cage.

Fallon’s hands slid from the sides of his face to the back of his head, threading her hands in through his coarse hair. Lightly she clenched it in her small hands, before moving her touch to the back of his neck, her hands running parallel pathways until they found his chest. A strange, unfamiliar desperation to feel every inch of the man had overcome her, her touch almost feverish. She pulled away for him for a moment, her breathing shaky and ragged as she spoke, “I- I want you,” she managed, the words sounding odd and almost afraid from her mouth, the tone of a timid, inexperienced teenager. She found herself nervously laughing at her own tone, “I want you so bad Joel,” Before she could give him a chance to respond to the cliche, her lips were on his once more.

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