not so fast | echo & auggie [7/11/14]
Auggie’s Southern mannerisms never failed to delight Echo. And maybe it was something ever more special when the “darlin‘“s and “sugar”s started dropping from his mouth. Petnames were always important to her. A petname, to Echo, meant belonging and caring. Auggie clearly had experience in the pushing department and Echo tried to imagine him in the same position — out on the ranch he had told her about, with a niece or nephew… Or maybe even one of the little girls he had had. When he ramped up the swinging, Echo nearly shrieked with laughed, surprised but no less entertained. With him in front of her then, she couldn’t stop smiling. Every few pushes, she would be sure to pull a funny face as she drew closer, hoping to make him laugh as much as he had done for her. Mostly, Echo just huffed out some laughter, maybe giggled a little from nerves. It was rare that someone could make her burst out entirely.
He slowed his pushes then and Echo let herself settle a little, enjoying the rise of the sky over the treeline as she swung up. When he stopped her completely, she tilted her eyes up and her stomach jumped to her throat. He was barely a few inches away from her — cheeks a little red and hair mussed a bit from the breeze of her swing. And then with his sleeves pushed up, strong forearms at her shoulders and the smell of him so close…. Before Echo knew what she was doing, before she could stop herself, she was using the swing as leverage and tipping up to kiss him. It was a firm but chaste kiss, sweet in all the ways that storybook first kisses were. Only a few seconds in she realized what she had done and pulled back. Blush painted over her cheeks brightly and she ducked her head a little. “Sorry,” she murmured, eyes wide and focused on her knees. Even if she hadn’t meant to just jump him like that…it had been a good kiss. A great kiss.
Every time she pulled a different face, Auggie found himself laughing softly--almost a shy laugh and looking down. She was adorable, and honest to god he found himself holding himself back when it came to telling her just how adorable she was. He didn't want to sound repetitive or fake or anything like that... and hell, the last thing he wanted to do was embarass her or something like that. He kept pushing her all the same though, even when his laughs died down to shy chuckles and he found himself fucking his head more than a few times. He made a few faces back at her once or twice--but for the most part kept it at his general charming grin.
The moment she looked up at him, heavens to god damn Betsy he thought he was going to die right then. The flushed way she looked up at him, her hair a mess and her cheeks a light redder than normal... If he did die, well, at least he'd die a happy man. He paused for just a moment--and damn, that moment felt like almost an eternity; an eternity he wouldn't have minded staying in for quite some time--and he was just about to lean down when she beat him to the punch. The brief, chaste kiss that touched his lips sparked more in him than any of his one night stands in the past years had and he found himself exhaling sharply through his nose at the shock of it.
When she pulled back, he had to admit he didn't want it to be over. But when she ducked her head and apologized he found himself chuckling and shaking his own. "Naw..." he started out with a shake of his head, reaching down with his left hand to tap two fingers just under her chin and lift up whilst he kept the other one on the chain of the swing. He lifted her chin up and leaned down at the same time, his face a mere inch or so away from hers as he grinned down at her, biting the corner of his lip. "Don't apologize for that, sugar," he whispered out. "Never." And on his final word he found himself pressing another kiss to her lips, controlling it a little more than he'd been able to with the last one. It wasn't deep, it wasn't rough--it was firm and confident, soft and gentle in all of the right ways.
