[ Maybe Alan's skeptical nature is showing itself again, but he is not nearly as confident that they will figure something out. But then again, the FBC is in the business of containing things. Maybe he should have more confidence in Jesse and her people. ]
I'm the one who caused all this, remember? You wouldn't be here having to worry about what happens when the sun goes down if it wasn't for me. Bright Falls would be just a normal small town with people going about their normal every day lives if it wasn't for me.
[ He shakes his head. ] I'm not saying this because I want you to tell me it's not true. I don't need reassurance. [ It would be lies, anyway. Maybe not from her, but from other people. ]
You're right, I hate washing dishes. But I'd do it for you.
[ As Jesse moves, sliding her hand to his lower back and shifts her hips against his, Alan feels like he's floating in a state of ecstasy. Her touch has that effect on him. And when her head tilts back, exposing her neck and collarbone, his own movement is instant but slow because his injured side continues to protest even when he's not moving quickly.
It takes some angling, given their respective positions, but he manages to brush his lips against her neck and traveling down to her collarbone where he plants more kisses, dotting them against the skin there.
When he's forced to come up for air, he breathlessly says her name, and it sounds like more of a question than a statement. ] Jesse?
[ Gray eyes remain locked on her green ones, but there's a haze of desire misting over them as he takes in her appearance, making note of even the smallest of details of her face. ]
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I'm the one who caused all this, remember? You wouldn't be here having to worry about what happens when the sun goes down if it wasn't for me. Bright Falls would be just a normal small town with people going about their normal every day lives if it wasn't for me.
[ He shakes his head. ] I'm not saying this because I want you to tell me it's not true. I don't need reassurance. [ It would be lies, anyway. Maybe not from her, but from other people. ]
You're right, I hate washing dishes. But I'd do it for you.
[ As Jesse moves, sliding her hand to his lower back and shifts her hips against his, Alan feels like he's floating in a state of ecstasy. Her touch has that effect on him. And when her head tilts back, exposing her neck and collarbone, his own movement is instant but slow because his injured side continues to protest even when he's not moving quickly.
It takes some angling, given their respective positions, but he manages to brush his lips against her neck and traveling down to her collarbone where he plants more kisses, dotting them against the skin there.
When he's forced to come up for air, he breathlessly says her name, and it sounds like more of a question than a statement. ] Jesse?
[ Gray eyes remain locked on her green ones, but there's a haze of desire misting over them as he takes in her appearance, making note of even the smallest of details of her face. ]