lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer stopped, the grin sliding from her face, leaving her eyes warm. “Yes,” she said softly. “You can’t possibly be perfect but I haven’t found a fault yet.”

“Oh, there’s some. I just…nobody’s ever said stuff like that to me before. It’s odd that someone so new in my life is the first one,” he stated with a smile, tightening his hold around her. “It’s nice.”

“I can come up with some more if you want.” She laughed a little, and twisted around until she was sitting sideways in his arms, legs tucked up over his. She reached up slowly to touch his face, fingertips light on his cheek. “Nobody’s been looking, and that’s a shame.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

She started to giggle. “Oh, no, I’ve killed him! I’ve broken his brain! Quick, what do I do? Helios, what do I do?” Helios, of course, was nowhere to be seen, but she carried on talking like he was answering her. “I should do mouth-to-mouth? CPR?” She leaned forward, biting at the inside of her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter, eyes dancing, like she was going to attempt mouth-to-mouth right there.

“Mouth-to-mouth would be kissing,” Isaac murmured finally, his blush not lessening at all as he turned to fully look her in the eye, casting her a shy smile. Her laughter was infectious and he found himself joining in, surprise still evident in his features. “Did you really mean all those things?”

Summer stopped, the grin sliding from her face, leaving her eyes warm. “Yes,” she said softly. “You can’t possibly be perfect but I haven’t found a fault yet.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Her mouth twitched mischievously. “You have the most beautiful blue eyes,” she began solemnly. “The dimples when you smile — really smile — are totally unfair, and so is the way your hair curls.” She started to grin. “Your voice is like audible candy, the planes of your face make you look like a Greek sculpture, you’re generous and good-hearted and geeky and tall and fantastic — ” She trailed off.

Isaac’s eyes widened comically and his jaw dropped, clearly rendered speechless for the moment when faced with so many kind and unexpected compliments. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, he simply blinked and shook his head, cheeks burning scarlet as he gazed at her.

She started to giggle. “Oh, no, I’ve killed him! I’ve broken his brain! Quick, what do I do? Helios, what do I do?” Helios, of course, was nowhere to be seen, but she carried on talking like he was answering her. “I should do mouth-to-mouth? CPR?” She leaned forward, biting at the inside of her mouth to keep from bursting into laughter, eyes dancing, like she was going to attempt mouth-to-mouth right there.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Um … ” How did she explain all the things she was thinking? “That you’re really cute,” she said, heart starting to beat harder, “and I was remembering — I read once that if you look into a person’s eyes long enough you can, um, you can get emotionally attached.”

“I think we’re already there, don’t you?” He arched an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned back against the sofa. “And thank you – I’m still not used to compliments, Summer.”

Her mouth twitched mischievously. “You have the most beautiful blue eyes,” she began solemnly. “The dimples when you smile — really smile — are totally unfair, and so is the way your hair curls.” She started to grin. “Your voice is like audible candy, the planes of your face make you look like a Greek sculpture, you’re generous and good-hearted and geeky and tall and fantastic — ” She trailed off.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Do you want me to stop?” Summer whispered. She didn’t move, but she could feel a blush rising up her face. Irrelevantly, she remembered that there were studies claiming that staring into another person’s eyes for a few minutes could cause a real emotional attachment. Was that what was happening? Should she look away? She didn’t want to look away.

He shook his head slowly as his cheeks stained pink, unsure of how he was supposed to react, but he didn’t really mind the contact. It was just different and new, but otherwise, he was okay with it. “What are you thinking right now, Summer?”

“Um … ” How did she explain all the things she was thinking? “That you’re really cute,” she said, heart starting to beat harder, “and I was remembering — I read once that if you look into a person’s eyes long enough you can, um, you can get emotionally attached.”

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“I can stop.” She didn’t want to move, though, and she didn’t think he did either. She searched his face, watching every tiny motion, green eyes serious. It felt like she was barely breathing, waiting to see what he would do next.

“I don’t think anybody has ever been that close to me,” he murmured lowly then and cocked his head to the side, eyes roaming her face as noted her proximity to him. “It’s different.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Summer whispered. She didn’t move, but she could feel a blush rising up her face. Irrelevantly, she remembered that there were studies claiming that staring into another person’s eyes for a few minutes could cause a real emotional attachment. Was that what was happening? Should she look away? She didn’t want to look away.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer clutched at him a couple more times, and somehow ended up with one arm draped over his waist as well, and a foot hooked around his leg. She let the credits play, and end, and return to the menu screen, without moving, before slowly tilting her head up to look at him.

“You’re very close to me,” he observed as the credit rolled on the screen, making absolutely no effort whatsoever to move. He was comfortable and it was almost as if he were afraid to move.

“I can stop.” She didn’t want to move, though, and she didn’t think he did either. She searched his face, watching every tiny motion, green eyes serious. It felt like she was barely breathing, waiting to see what he would do next.

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

“It’s gross every. Single. Time. Ew. Ew. EEEEEW.” She peered at the tv. “Oh good, it’s okay. Residual ew.” She snuggled herself more firmly under his arm. “Pay attention, this part is important.”

“No matter how many times you see it?” He laughed softly then and relaxed back against the sofa, arm wrapped loosely around her waist. Settling down and falling silent, he watched the remainder of the film curled against her.

Summer clutched at him a couple more times, and somehow ended up with one arm draped over his waist as well, and a foot hooked around his leg. She let the credits play, and end, and return to the menu screen, without moving, before slowly tilting her head up to look at him.