HELLO AGAIN | TASHA & JEM
JEM: The flesh on his wrist tingled at the feeling of her skin against his for the first time in years. It was a foreign feeling, but at the very same time, incredibly familiar to him. His eyelids slid shut, becoming backdrops for the memories of their cherished moments together, tangled up in sheets, holding hands in movie theaters, kissing beneath the stars. All of the little moments where they were close, and in love, and most of all, happy.
Tasha was the one thing he was afraid of most in life. He refused to settle down for a reason, and she came rolling into his narrative and convinced him to do it. He didn't regret it, never would, but her betrayal would always sit with him, a reminder of why he wasn't interested in relationships in the first place.
And even then, he couldn't refuse the pent-up desire inside of him that bubbled at the sound of her voice. /I've missed you./ He missed her too. It got easier as time went on, and slowly, he stopped missing her as much, but that didn't mean he stopped entirely. He missed the sight of her curled up in his arms, or the way she'd dance from the bedroom, through the living room, and into the kitchen to make coffee in the morning. He missed the way she believed in him, and lifted him up in moments when he needed it most. But most of all, he missed kissing her. No other kisses have compared since.
Which was why he did the stupidest thing he could in that very moment.
"Tasha," Jem said, getting her attention before his hand broke free from her grasp. His palm landed on the side of her face carefully, and he pulled her closer, lips crashing into hers with a hunger he hadn't felt in ages.
TASHA: What was she thinking?! They were barely able to have a conversation without it turning sour on them. Couldn't she have taken that victory and lived to see another day when it would happen again? She never meant to rush him, to force the fire that still burned within her to catch him aflame, too, and yet it seemed like it was exactly her intention when her fingers closed around his wrist. Those peculiar eyes disappeared behind the veil of his lids as he, she could only imagine, counted the seconds before pulling away without it coming off as too rude. Tasha counted the seconds along with him, every moment that passed underlain with a beat of the song currently playing. It all felt like a game of 'he loves me, he loves me not,' she realized, her thoughts nearing hysteria. A second─ one, he loves me; two, he loves me not; three, he loves me, four─
Her name fell from his lips, rising from the deepest well of longing she found herself in, too, and wide-eyed and hopeful, she watched him close the distance between them. He loves me, he loves me? Interrupted, the thought remained unfinished, dangling in the breeze of her thoughts as they all skidded every which way when after years of dreaming about it, his lips finally collided with hers. Soft, full, tasting of alcohol and sugar, they easily found sync with her own again, and Tasha surrendered. The warmth of his palm brought back a rush of memories, the flame inside her licking merrily as their lips meshed, her tongue sweeping at the seam of his lips. Tasha, the caged bird, the frightened, shy girl who could never make the first move or stand her ground, was now a woman who had gone too long denying her heart what it wanted the most and it reflected in the desperate, hungry actions that followed. One hand reached up to the back of his neck, slipped into the dirty blonde hair, and the other snaked around his waist, hoping to keep him close for a moment more.
Jem hadn't seen much of who she became, and Tasha had learned that sometimes you had to grab what you want and take it, otherwise it would slip between your fingers into oblivion. So she took his kiss, his mouth, his touch, and responded in kind, wondering how greedy she could get before Jem remembered it was her he was kissing.
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