Almost always it had been her pushing boundaries. Her touches. Her gentleness. Her trying and testing… But times changed and soon enough it was Jacob’s turn.
She had been crawling into his bed again, lying beside him, breathing calmly. Jacob watched her for a bit, as she must be stumbling on the fine line between being awake and falling asleep. Then he moved, his hand slipping along the curve of her waist, arm snaking around her so he could pull her close. Till her back was against his chest, aligned, feeling the warmth her body radiated. Her wavy hair tickled against his throat, his hand coming up to tug some strands away, leaving the side of her neck bare. For a moment he thought about wanting to taste her – but he did not. Not yet. Only his fingers trailing along her soft skin there, nape, her shoulder blade, side, resting there. She wasn’t the only one who could be bold about this. Two could tug on threads.
It was the nights when she couldn’t sleep that she found herself crawling into his bed. The nights when the metal walls of the bunker sighed and creaked beneath the weight of the earth. The nights when she couldn’t shake the image of the raging fires, the explosion sending tremors through the ground. Alone on her cot she felt exposed, like the world would crumble and collapse upon her if she closed her eyes, but with Jacob by her side, even if he was turned away, she found a shred of comfort.
Tonight, however, was different.
He reached out to her, wrapped an arm around her, and drew her close. A soft, barely audible, noise of surprise hummed at the back of Sara’s throat, but she said nothing. No protest. No argument. In fact, she released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, relaxing into his hold, listening close to the slow breaths he took. Calloused fingers brushed at her neck, moving her hair. She shivered. His touch did not stop, trailing from her neck, over her shoulder and down her side again. Though his touch was subtle, it was enough for her to realize just how starved she was. Turning to face him, she caught a glimpse of want in his blue eyes - even in the darkness. She was certain he saw it in her, too.
They had been dancing around their attraction for so long, drawn together and pulled apart all at once. Sara stopped herself from pushing further time and time again in an effort not to be used, to preserve what little independence she had left. But what did that matter now…? This was her new world and she was drawn to Jacob, a deep, twisted sense of trust binding her to him. And it only strengthened as the world collapsed around them. She needed companionship, she needed support, she needed him.
Sara searched his eyes as she laid so close to him, but she was tired of only looking. She was moving before the realization dawned on her, but it was too late to stop. Soft lips brushed his, the touch merely a promise of what was to come before she kissed him. Her kiss was full of a newly forged confidence, want, and a near sense of desperation. Her hand found his arm, fingers smoothing over tarnished skin, a map of wounds and scars from times of war, and she silently urged him to tighten his hold on her.
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