Baby you know it's time for miracles

"Everything will be okay in the end - if it's not okay, then it's not the end." Johanna Lockwood Survivor A TWD 1x1 RP

[jo-lockwood]

what if  ● the last of us

Johanna still couldn’t believe that southern man who carried himself in an air of respect and strength fear her bike -- but amidst everything, she had managed to find herself a smile, that stretched onto her lips as she led the way among the torn down, abandoned junk yard. It was the best way to actually hide working care - a place that has been raided over and over so many times no man would actually bother with it. Honestly, if Johanna didn’t know what treasures were in that junk yard, just the mere site of it would require her to dose herself up with anit-depression medication to find her spirit again.

She stood in silence, arms crossed over her chest as she tapped her withered combat boot against the ground as he evaluated the car. Johanna stood taller when he eventually decided it’d be a good fit. “Good, then.” She breathed out, brushing a loose tendril of her hair back, “Now that you’re all set here, you better return this car.” She warned him, “Or I’ll come back for you. I know how to find you. I don’t need your name.” Then the warnings faded off her lips, replaced by a brief, appreciative smile. He did after all, save her life, “Don’t follow me.” 

That was all she could offer him as she turned on her heels to leave.

[jo-lockwood]

in the aftermath :: nayley

[logan-blackwell-blog]

Nathan yawned, his arms stretching out over his head before moving and standing up slowly. He was home that night, Hayley was working late, and Chris was off doing something, he wasn’t really sure what. He figured that Hayley would come over when she wanted, since she typically made herself at home now anyways. He smiles a little to himself as he thought about her, his head shaking slowly before he turns to head to his room when he heard a soft knocking on the door. His brows furrow as he glances at it, getting an odd sensation from whoever stood behind the door, and he swallows thickly as he approaches the door, unlatching the locks and pulling it open. Behind the door stood Hayley, her aura a dingy color, weak and very unlively, just like her appearance. She looked like she could hardly stand, her usual tan and glowing skin pale and pastey, her lips turned into a frown as she winces a little when she swayed.

“Hales what is it?” He asks quickly, his hand going to her arm, stopping when she winces from his grip, “What happened? Are you okay?” He asks, his grip becoming gentler, his other hand moving to her side carefully, tugging her passed the threshold of the door, letting her lean into him some when she seems unable to carry herself on her own feet, “What happened to you Hayley?”

[jo-lockwood]

Hayley's eyes flickered up when the door swung open - she was so weak that she'd not heard neither Nathan's heartbeat nor his footsteps when he approached the door, so she was slightly startled but relieved. The relief was ephemeral, immediately replaced by jitters and pain. His hand when to her arm, probably to steady her, but all she felt was a shock of pain shooting up her arm all through her side and neck, because of the wolf's bane that ran through her system, and she winced, not even strong enough to elicit a proper gasp.

Nathan's goodness was what attracted her to him - he was so beautifully kind to her and always saw the good in people, and even when he asked whether she was okay when she obviously wasn't, she still smiled, and moved into his hold when he guided her into the apartment. Hayley wanted to step forward, wave it off, just say that she needed to rest but the moment she placed one foot in front of the other she realized all resolution she had to move had been spent on getting here and now she couldn't anymore, she she collapsed beneath her own weight, her hands clasping futilely at Nathan's arm, and a small whimper left her lips despite her own mind not to let him know how much pain she was in.

[jo-lockwood]

in the aftermath :: nayley

Hayley stumbled out of the car, glancing shortly back at Cassandra, before she watched her leave. She showed no expression of gratitude, only a face solidly painted as to not show any pain - she would not break down in front of the head of Adrasteia, she would not break down in front of the woman whose men did this to her - they tortured her, poisoned her, electrocuted her - they treated her like an animal, they wanted to put her down. Hayley never felt so weak and humiliated in her life before, and when it should have sparked anger in only sparked anguish in her chest and she knew to seek only one person out. Nathan.

So she hoped and prayed Chris wasn't awake as she knocked heavily against the door, her arm barely moving, the residue of the electric shocks still making her body jittery and weak. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself, shrinking her shoulders, instinctively trying to appear as small as she possibly could. The pain ran like glass shards through her veins and she tried to ignore it. Nathan would make it better, she was sure, but then he'd ask her how her skin had paled, so, and how there two burn marks on her back from the tazer, and how her body was weakened by poison and how her head was heavy from witch spells that were meant to tear down the strongest of werewolves, and she didn't know what to say - she just wanted him to open the door.

[jo-lockwood]

Tutor in Manhattan :: First Real Date

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan grins when the woman threatens him to bring her back safely, smiling down at Johanna when she leans her against his arm, and he glances back to Gloria when Johanna spoke to him, the woman still giving him skeptical looks, “She’ll be safe and sound with me, I swear.” He assures her, moving to take Johnna’s hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss her fingers, “But we gotta go, we have to grab the taxi before he gets tired of waiting,” He laughs, smiling over at Johanna before tugging at her hand some, both of them waving goodbye to Gloria, before he tugs her close again, his arm wrapping around her waist as he presses his lips to her temple, “Today’s gonna be so great.” He promises her, pulling back some to look at her face, smiling brightly at her, “You’ll love it.”

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna laughed when they hurried away from the back door, and she could see a hint of a smile on Gloria’s face as they finally made it back to the taxi cab. Johanna looked up at Logan when he kissed her temple, “Alright then.” She laughed a bit nervously – because truth be told, Johanna never really left the…upper east side, the rich side. She’s lived comfortably here for years, and here she was now, with her tutor, going beyond the limits she survived in for ages now. Truth be told, she was excited, but also scared – because she was still seventeen, and chances out there of getting lost or attacked or kidnapped or worse are greater than here.

But she couldn’t think of that. Now with Logan’s arm looped around her waist, pulling her into his side, she had nothing to fear. She smiled up at him as they both got into the cab, before she glanced sideways at Logan, her hand finding his so that her fingers could intertwine within his, “So where are we going?” She asked, chewing at her lower lip as she tilted her head.

[jo-lockwood]

One Step Closer :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan let out a heavy sigh when she gently kissed him, her hand brushing away the few tears he left out, and he gave her a sad smile, “Mom wasn’t the same after we lost Dani,” He explains, biting at the side of his lip, “Which you know, who could blame her… that was her baby… and with the way the world was now, it just made it worse.” He whispers, brows furrowing as he remembers all the times they would try to get her out of bed. “She was dying… Millie and I both knew that, since there was no getting her treatment anymore… and she didn’t… She didn’t want it anyways… she just wanted to die.” He pursues his lips, tipping his head back to lean against the backboard, “Millie thought she was weak… which she was, not that it was really her fault, but Millie wasn’t to nice to her about it.”

Logan shrugs his shoulders, turning to look at Johanna again, “Millie thought I was becoming weak too… she was really, but that’s only because I didn’t wanna join the fireflies with her… I thought she was stupid for joining… that she was just gonna get herself killed.” He laughs a little, “She was damned good at what they had her doing though, scary even. You would’ve liked her, probably would’ve been best friends.”

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna pursed her lips as Logan went on speaking - nodding slowly. Of course she would never understand the pain of losing a child - Johanna didn't even think that far much into her life. Not even when she was with Lucas, and she'd thought they were serious. Because the life they were living required Johanna to hope she surviged the next day - so thinking of a child to bring into this world was....ridiculous. Selfish. Evil. Every kind of bad thing that Johanna stood up against. She took a deep breath and refocused on Logan as he told his story, monetarily recalling her own mother, how they both drove mad through the streets of Detroit, eventually getting saved by Lucas’ father when the government surrounded them. But she couldn’t think about that now. Now was her chance to be there for Logan, just like he was there for her.

Her hand moved to rest over his shoulder, rubbing it gently as she edged closer to him, and she pursed her lips. “Everyone’s heard about Millificent.” Johanna nodded, quirking both brows, “Your sister was great. I had been with the fireflies for two years now, she was…some sort of legend. Then she disappeared. And they needed a girl, someone to take her place.” Johanna chewed on the corner of her lips before she nodded down to herself, before she looked up at Logan, “All your sister ever did was help people. She was distant but she was practical.” Johanna assured him, “She saved a lot of lives.”

[jo-lockwood]

Tutor in Manhattan :: First Real Date

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan didn’t exactly do dates. Well, that was only because the few girls he did get, planned everything, which Johanna was typically the one to take charge, even though he was her tutor… her elder… Oh god. He sighs making a face as he runs his hand over his face. “I just called myself an elder,” he mutters aloud to himself, head shaking as he stands outside of the service door. He wanted to take her on her first date, something meaningful, memorable… something perfect. But Logan wasn’t exactly good at perfect, except when it came to school. He makes a face again, hands shuffling around the flowers he held before the service door opened, and Gloria was there, “She’s almost ready,” the woman said, Logan smiling and nodding, “Wait there, and I’ll go get her.” She says, before slamming the door shut again.

Logan makes a noise and nodding to himself as he stepped off the step, and into the alley, glancing around, then at the watch he wore, then down at his shoes. Shit. This was Johanna. She was fancy. He panics for a moment, hoping his fitted khakis and white v neck were fancy enough for her, also hoping that maybe she decided to take it casual… but then maybe he was overdressed. “Shit.” He groans, turning away, head shaking until he hears her voice, and he whips around, grinning when he saw her. His eyes racked over her body, head tilting and biting down on his lip when his eyes moved up, taking in every inch of her, before grinning, holding the sunflowers out, “You look beautiful.” 

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna followed Gloria out - her heart beating loudly inside her chest, because she was technically, after all, sneaking out with her very much older boyfriend. It was just, exciting, and she was never so used to doing something like that. Johanna smiled broadly as Gloria opened the door, and a small smile curled on her lips when she saw Logan pacing, "Hi." She called out, trying to get his attention, and she met his nervous gaze with a grin of her own.

Johanna blushed when his eyes admired every inch and curve of her - because for once, a guy looked at her with admiration and awe, not lust, and it made her feel amazing. She bit onto her lower lip as she reached for the sunflowers, smiling broadly down at them before she looked up at him again, "Thanks." She breathed out as she stepped out to take his hand, turning back to Gloria who smiled at them broadly, "Now shoo." She told them, "You better bring her back safe, young man, or you gon' have a problem with me." The woman said, lifting a brow as she stared at Logan with serious eyes, and Johanna laughed as she leaned her head against Logan's arm, "Gloria, I'll be fine. Don't worry." Johanna assured her as she looked up at Logan, "I trust him."

[jo-lockwood]

Tutor in Manhattan :: First Real Date

Johanna was excited - truth be told - for this Labor Day.

Ever since she and Logan...hooked up, they've gotten a lot closer, but Jo lived with the constant fear that they would just not work, not make it, or just not make sense. But the idea of a date, a real date with Logan, so far away from Manhattan where they could be truly free to do whatever they wanted, in public, was just making her heart stutter. She cared about him - she did. He was the first guy that ever really appreciated her, and called her ouot on her crap too. He taught her so much in so little, and she became a better person for him. She wanted to become a better person. She wanted him to be proud of her, and wanted him to take her places and boast about her being his girlfriend, and they finally were.

Johanna slipped on the high waisted shorts, and the striped crop top - white and red in compliments with the 'nation'. She pulled on her vans, her shoulder bag, and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, tying a bandanna around her head to let loose waves fall around her face. She heard a knock on the door and grinned when Gloria peered through it, "He's here." She whispered, and Johanna hurried to follow her to the service door. 

[jo-lockwood]

One Step Closer :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan sighs a little, his other hand moving to rest over their interlocked ones, “When it first started I was only eighteen, Millie was sixteen and Dani had just turned eleven. Mom was at the hospital for her chemo session, so I had to pick Dani up from school, and those things… they were just everywhere.” He shakes his head as he remembers, “I tried to get into the school, to get her, but those things were everywhere… and the school was locked, they locked them all in and the radio announcement said to get to somewhere safe.”

Logan never really liked talking about any of it, how he lost his entire family, “Millie could drive, and I had got her a car, so she was able to get home safe, and I went straight to the hospital to get my mom.. and she, she was loosing her mind over Dani. But the news guy said the kids would be safe, that the school just had to take their precautions to keep them safe.” He knows he’s talking faster, ad his voice is a bit thicker with things he better kept buried, “She wasn’t safe though… no one was safe anymore.”

[jo-lockwood]

Jo watched him and smiled softly when his hand moved over theirs, before her face turned into an expression of sadness as he went on, and she pursed her lips, almost starting again to tell him that he didn't need to talk about it but he did anyways. Johanna moved so she could see his face, tucking her legs underneath her body as she reached out her free hand to stroke his cheek as he spoke, the remind him that she was here with him too.

Johanna blinked as he spoke faster - she'd never seen Logan like this before. tears in his eyes, looking so vulnerable. Johanna didn't know what comfort to offer him but this - she moved closer to press her forehead against his, "I'm here." She whispered softly, "Keep going, I'm here." She whispered as she pecked his lips once and brushed away his tears, her eyes peering at his face as he spoke.

[jo-lockwood]

One Step Closer :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan frowns as she speaks, head nodding slowly as he reach over to brush a few tears away, “It’s gonna go away.”He promises, “Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or this month, but it won’t always be here Joey. I know that for a fact.” He mutters, smiling at her sadly as he sighs, leaning back against the bed, moving to wrap his arm around her waist, “You wanna know who’s room you’ve been sleeping in?” He hums, turning to look at her, a soft smile on his face.

Millie. He never really stopped thinking about her, her or his mom or they’re baby sister Dani. “I had two sisters before this word went to shit,” He whispers, looking away from her, “And I bought this place for us and our momma when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.”

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna sighed when he brushed her tears away and she turned to look up at him as he spoke, her lower lip jutting out into a pout as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She couldn't help but let him hold her closer, and she closed her eyes momentarily, before her eyes flickered up to his face when he spoke. of course, she'd always been curious about the original owner of this room but she never asked because she knew there had to be some tragic story behind it.

"Logan, you don't have to-" But she stopped talking when he started talking, and she bit onto her lower lip nervously when he turned away from her. Johanna's eyes flickered back to the photo frame before she tilted her head to get a glimpse of his face as he spoke, "Logan..." She sighed as she reached out and took his hand within hers, threading their fingers together. "What happened to them?" She whispered softly, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand gently.

[jo-lockwood]

One Step Closer :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan fell into dreamless sleep, like he typically did, wishing he could give Johanna the sort of resolve he had. She was strong, she really was and he knew that she was handling what happened to her better than others would, but it was still difficult, and she was still having her nightmares. But since the two of them… got closer, she seemed to have gotten a little better, her nightmares less frequent, but still there, so he slept with her ever night, and he was going to, as long as she needed him there.

He felt her stir, and he squeezes his eyes shut, shoulders rolling as he wakes himself up, and turns around, sitting up some as he slides his hand onto the curve of her waist, “Hey Joey.” He murmurs, squeezing her side gently as he leans over, pressing his lips to her shoulder, running his hand up her side, as he leans his head back against the backboard by hers, “Come on now, you’re alright.” He mutters moving to pull her hands from her face, “You wanna talk about it?”

[jo-lockwood]

Johnna sighed when she felt Logan stir, and she pressed her lips together as his hand moved along the curve over her waist, and she smiled softly when she heard the nickname he was so keen on keeping for her, and she really didn't complain now. Johanna sighed softly when he pressed his lips against her shoulder. She let him tug her hands away from her face and she turned her head sideways to look at him, taking a deep breath as she bit onto her lower lip as she shook her head slowly and let her eyes drift to the covers.

"It won't make a difference." She whispered, "It won't ever go away, this won't ever stop." Johanna was never the one one to give up and show weakness, but she'd gotten so tired and emotionally expended because of all of this and it was taking a toll on her. Johanna leaned her head down on Logan's shoulder, "I'm just tired, Logan." She sniffled as her eyes welled up with tears and she blinked them away slowly.

[jo-lockwood]

One Step Closer :: The Last of Us

Johanna felt Logan's arms wound around her as they slept in the room she stayed in. Logan made sure now to spend almost every night with her and make sure she fell asleep first before he could ever allow himself to. And he always woke up when she did and tried to help her sleep again. Just staying within his hold made her feel better, safer, but she knew it was taking a toll on him, that he didn't sleep sometimes at all for her sake.

So when she stirred awake because of yet another nightmare, Johanna did her best not to jostle Logan awake. She slowly turned away from him, curled up a little as she buried her face into the pillow. Her body trembled and she tried to take deep breaths and calm herself down. She tried to, she really did. Her body was almost completely healed, the only thing left as a reminder were her scars. Johanna eventually pushed herself up to rest her back against the headboard as she buried her face into her hands, and took deep breaths, in and out, trying to calm down.

[jo-lockwood]

No One's Here to Sleep :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan lifts his head some, glancing at their hands locked together now, and feeling her eyes on him. He glances up at her, pressing his lips to her inner thigh again as he thought for a moment, knowing what must have been going through her head, and really wanting to get rid of all those thoughts, all those memories. He dips his head back down, his left arm moving to wrap around her thigh as he trails his lips along her skin, nipping and sucking here and there, listening to her soft breathing, and keeping her body still when he turns his head, tongue darting out some to tease in between her folds, his eyes moving up to her face, watching it closely, wanting to see how she reacted to his touch as he pressed his mouth closer, his lips sucking at her clit gently, face moving against her some, his grip on her thigh tightening when she moved.

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna pursed her lips as he meets her gaze and she took a deep breath, nodding slowly so he wouldn't hesitate. Johanna bit onto her lower lip as he held her down, and she sucked in a soft gasp through her lips as his lips moved along her skin, and she let out a small a breathy moan before she arced her back when she felt the tip of his tongue run between her folds. Johanna pulled her brows together as she struggled with the pleasure that overwhelmed her. When he began sucking on her clit Johanna gasped, her moans getting louder as her hand gripped his tightly as she squirmed underneath him, "Logan..." She moaned loudly as she gasped, her chest rising and falling quickly. "Please..."

[jo-lockwood]

No One's Here to Sleep :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  His name leaving her lips in a ghost of a breath made him shiver, his lips on her skin still as he gripped the cotton band of her shorts, eyes darting up to her face to make sure she didn’t show any sign of hesitance as he sat up some, and pulled the shorts from her body, before tossing them to the side. His hands slide up her thighs, moving so both his knees were in between her legs, fingers brushing against the elastic of her underwear around her thighs, eyes on her face as one finger slipped beneath the fabric, feeling the heat radiating off of her as he leans forward, lips on her inner thigh, teeth gently gracing her skin as he hooked his finger, into the waistband, tugging it away slowly to move his lips to her hipbone, biting it gently.

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna's eyes drifting to the ceiling, flickering across the now green stars that were stuck to it. Her body was riled up because this man, and even when she felt afraid, underneath his touch she felt safe, wanted, beautiful - she couldn't understand it, how could he touch her like this when he'd seen her at her worst, and something about her own wondering made her heart skip a beat. Her eyes flickered down to meet his and she pursed her lips into a small smile, then sighed softly when she was only in her underwear. She leaned her head back against the pillows, her hands moving over the sheet as his fingers brushed over her underwear. She gasped when his finger had slipped underneath her underwear, and she bit onto her lower lip when she felt his lips brush her inner thigh. Johanna shut her eyes tightly when she felt his teeth graze her skin, and when he started tugging away her underwear, she lifted her hips off the bed to help him, before another moan left her lips when she felt his teeth against her hipbone, "Logan..." She sighed his name again, though she'd felt her body tense when the fabricated image from her nightmares invaded her pleasure. She was after all completely naked before him. Johanna stretched her hand over the bed so she could lace her fingers through his, her eyes flickering to him so she could get it through her head that it was Logan, and she was safe, and it was okay.

[jo-lockwood]

No One's Here to Sleep :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan sits up some, eyebrows raising a bit in surprise when she rolls over, revealing herself to him and he bites his bottom lip. She sits up, her hands pressed to the bed as his eyes scan over her chest, taking in every single detail about her, and smiles just a bit. His eyes meet hers for a moment, her big doe eyes still the same since the first time he saw her. “You’re beautiful,” He says honestly, move onto the bed more, using his hand for support on her other side as he leans in to kiss her gently. His mouth moves against hers, eyes closing as she parts her lips just a bit with his lip, and his tongue gingerly pressing against her bottom lip, head tilting to deepen it some as he moved his hand to her side. He pulls back now, “Lay down.” He mutters, watching her carefully before his lips find her collarbone, kissing the bruise there, hand moving to her breast, and cupped it gently, palming it as he continued to kiss her collarbone, and down to sternum. He lets his free hand slide up the back of her thigh as he moves over her some, one knee pressing into the bed between her thighs, the other on the bed beside her. He listens to her heart breathing in her chest for a moment as he continues to kiss his way down her body, lips lingering over her tender nipple for a moment, before his hands lef ther press, and moved to her hips, his lips on the skin right below her belly button.

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna saw his eyes move over every inch of her unclad chest and she bit onto her lower lip as she smiled softly when he spoke, before her eyes flickered up to meet his when he moved towards her. Johanna closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to hers, and she didn't even tense when he did it this time, she just melted into his touch. Johanna tilted her head sideways, slightly backward, as he deepened the kiss and she parted her lips some, humming softly when his tongue traced her lip and dipped softly into her mouth. Johanna lowered herself down onto the pillows as he instructed her, and she a soft sigh left her lips as his lips moved over her collarbone - then his hand moved over her breast to palm it gently, and a soft moan left her lips. Johanna spread her legs some so he could settle above her comfortably. Johanna was breathing slightly faster than normal, a soft gasp leaving her lips when his lips lingered over her nipple. Johanna felt the goosebumps rise over her skin as his lips moved downwards. "Logan..." She moaned out his name softly, her body trembling a little underneath his touch.

[jo-lockwood]

No One's Here to Sleep :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan frowns when she winces, head nodding when she tells him to be carefully, “I’m sorry.” He says genuinely his hands sliding back down her spine as he moves onto the bed more, letting go of her hand to grip her arm, “Come on, lay on your stomach.” He mutters, making her move slowly and carefully onto the bed. He hovers beside her, before kicking his shoes off and moves on to the bed, to sit beside her, his hands on her sides, thumbs pressing into her skin gently. He pushes her tank top up passed her shoulder blades, watching her muscles move as her back tenses. “I’m sorry.” He says again as he moves to press his lips to her shoulder blade, left hand sliding up, fingers sliding across her side and thumb pressing into her back, trying to work out the tension the only way he knew how. His lips move to her other shoulder blade, right hand moving up her side now, fingers feeling the soft flesh of her breast from the side, and forces his hand back down slowly, palms gently pressing into her back, feeling her shoulders relax as he did, “Feels better huh.” He mutters, shifting his body some, as his hands slide to her lower back, fingers pressing into her hip bones gently.

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna was hesitant at first when he guided her further into the bed, but she moved anyways. Johanna lifted her arms over her head as he pulled her tank top away, and she lied down slowly, pushing her hair aside as she tilted her head sideways to watch him as he hovered beside her, her arms moving underneath the pillow to prop it underneath her head. A soft sigh left her lips when she felt his lips press against her skin, and she blinked slowly as his hands moved along her back. She felt the shiver run through her body when his fingers brushes the side of her breast, and it was all the good kind. Johanna felt herself relax underneath his gentle touch, his hands that traced away the tension, the fear. Almost tracing the memory along with them. She hummed softly in approval and opened her eyes slowly, before she bit onto her lower lip. Sure her front looked less worse than her back, but she was still insecure. But...she wanted this. She trusted him. Johanna slowly shifted so she could hesitantly turn over, her hand reaching to let her fingers graze his palm, before she nodded once, as if giving him permission to see her. She sat up a little, trying not to tense up again. 

[jo-lockwood]

No One's Here to Sleep :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  When she finally speaks he nods his head, eyes closing when she rests her forehead to his, his hand stroking her jaw slowly before he drops his hands to her lap, and takes them in his own. Her hands are warm, despite the chilly room and he brings them up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to her fingers, and the backs of her hands, thumbs pressing against her palms. He feels her tremor some, and he pulls back, his right hand leaving hers to slid up her back, trying to sooth her as he leans in again, lips finding her cheek, “You’re okay Jo.” He whispers into her ear, face nuzzling her skin a bit as he kisses her cheek again. He slides his hand down her back, fingers finding the hem of her tank top, and pushed it up some, eyes on her face to make sure it was okay, his fingers spreading out against her skin, eyes moving to the bruises on her back, and frowning some. He hated what had happened to her, what those men had done to her. But even with the bruises, and her broken spirit, she was still beautiful, she was still that girl he met on the road. Still Johanna. He sighs, his lips on her shoulder again, fingers rubbing the flesh of her back gently, trying not to hurt her bruises, but trying to relax her.

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna breathed out slowly when she felt his hand stroke her jawlines gently, before he took both her hands in his. Johanna opened her eyes slowly to watch as he pressed his lips to her hands, and she felt a small smile almost creep up on her, but her body was still shaking nevertheless, it was a feeling she couldn't shake, even when she wanted to, so badly. Johanna closed her eyes when his hand moved along her back, and she felt shivers, the good and bad ones, run through her body as he whispered to her ear. The closeness was amazing and scary at the same time, but Johanna knew he wouldn't hurt her, she knew he was trying to make her feel better. Johanna frowned a little when he pushed up her tank top and she knew he revealed some of the healing bruises. She didn't want him to see them - she didn't, but she had to trust him, so she didn't complain. Johanna tilted her head sideways when his lips found her shoulder again, and she found herself relaxing a little as his fingers rubbed her back gently, sighing a little - before she felt his hands move over a tender spot and she winced, "Careful." She whispered, but she didn't pull away, she may have even leaned closer, wanting him to touch her more, make her feel better some more.

[jo-lockwood]

No One's Here to Sleep :: The Last of Us

[logan-blackwell-blog]

  Logan watched her carefully, head tilting some when she lowered her head, hair slipping across her face, and he moved carefully, pulling the few wavy strands back and over her shoulder, fingers sliding across her bare shoulder as he nods his head. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.” He mutters, his hand on her knee rubbing it slowly, “You’re with me okay? I won’t let nothing happen to you. Not anymore. Not ever again.” He swore, his own body moving some, leaning to her to press a small kiss to her shoulder, his other hand moving to rub her back, “Just relax.” He whispers against her skin, as he leans back up some, his hand coming up to grip her chin with his thumb and index finger, tilting her face towards his, “You’re safe here.” He repeats, leaning forward to press a small, chaste kiss to her lips before he pulls back to study her face, “okay?”

[jo-lockwood]

Johanna flinched a little when his fingers pulled a few strands of her hair back and felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as his finger just moved along her shoulder, and she took a deep breath as she nodded slowly. She blinked and opened her eyes when he pressed his lips to her shoulder. She tried to relax, but it was to hard. However, he'd turned her to look at him, and her eyes flickered up his to meet his gaze briefly before they fluttered shut as his lips pressed against hers. When he pulled away, Johanna's being was trembling a little, but she didn't know what it was about the kiss he'd left on her lips that had her believe every word that he'd said. She opened her eyes slowly and met his gaze again, "Okay." She nodded slowly, lowering her hand away from her side so they could rest limply over her lap. She trusted him, and the way she looked at him said it. Johanna hovered her forehead against his, breathing slowly but she was still nervous. Still tense. Still...somewhat scared.