[ It's like trying to fight her very existence, keeping her gaze trained on him. To not give in to the overwhelming desire to cut herself off as she watches the light finally come on in his eyes. She's so perfectly still that if it weren't for her need to blink, you could swear you were looking at a photograph. A snapshot of a moment in time where the object could neither hide or move forward.
It's so subtle it's barely noticeable to the eye but there's the slightest trembling in her limbs, this curling nervous energy that makes her vibrate as his gaze turns serious. She has no idea what to expect, which is exactly why she never does things like this. Never trusting herself to be open unless she was completely sure of what the outcome would be. You could never know anything with any certainty, however. Not when it came to simple human connections and for as good as she was at reading the people around her? She was terrible at reading them when it came to herself.
She only allows herself to breathe again when he captures her hands, Kenzi's gaze dipping to watch that simple caress of her fingers and it's the first time that she allows herself a sliver of hope that she didn't go too far. That in being open, she was possibly opening herself up to gain something, rather than expose herself to pain or humiliation.
It's there in her eyes, that flicker of hope as she lifts her gaze once more. His reply hanging there for a little too long before it would look like she'd actually heard him. He could have simply called her his Leia and anyone who had seen Star Wars would have appreciated the romance of it all, but it wouldn't have been right and would have been filled with too many holes to allow doubt to creep back in. Kenzi was no Princess Leia, not in any sense of the way but Carrie Fisher? He'd found just the right way to tell her that he knew her, and yet he wanted her all the same.
Her body sags with the sudden release of tension that has been slithering through her limbs, Kenzi swaying closer to him as her fingers curl to hold his hands in kind. Her confession can't banish all the fear from her eyes but his goes a long way to lessening it. A smile clumsily working it's way onto her lips as warmth fills her gaze. ]
You should... probably kiss me now because I promise you that anything that comes out of my mouth is going to sound really stupid and lame after that.
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It's so subtle it's barely noticeable to the eye but there's the slightest trembling in her limbs, this curling nervous energy that makes her vibrate as his gaze turns serious. She has no idea what to expect, which is exactly why she never does things like this. Never trusting herself to be open unless she was completely sure of what the outcome would be. You could never know anything with any certainty, however. Not when it came to simple human connections and for as good as she was at reading the people around her? She was terrible at reading them when it came to herself.
She only allows herself to breathe again when he captures her hands, Kenzi's gaze dipping to watch that simple caress of her fingers and it's the first time that she allows herself a sliver of hope that she didn't go too far. That in being open, she was possibly opening herself up to gain something, rather than expose herself to pain or humiliation.
It's there in her eyes, that flicker of hope as she lifts her gaze once more. His reply hanging there for a little too long before it would look like she'd actually heard him. He could have simply called her his Leia and anyone who had seen Star Wars would have appreciated the romance of it all, but it wouldn't have been right and would have been filled with too many holes to allow doubt to creep back in. Kenzi was no Princess Leia, not in any sense of the way but Carrie Fisher? He'd found just the right way to tell her that he knew her, and yet he wanted her all the same.
Her body sags with the sudden release of tension that has been slithering through her limbs, Kenzi swaying closer to him as her fingers curl to hold his hands in kind. Her confession can't banish all the fear from her eyes but his goes a long way to lessening it. A smile clumsily working it's way onto her lips as warmth fills her gaze. ]
You should... probably kiss me now because I promise you that anything that comes out of my mouth is going to sound really stupid and lame after that.