[ She must have kissed him a hundred times now, but it still feels novel. To meet him somewhere as an equal, at eye level, where his wanting matches and interacts with her own like chemicals, like explosives, a boom that causes a chain reaction. Jinx throws an arm around his neck, swept up in the act. Her nose brushes his, another laugh in her mouth.
Congratulations, he says, as though it’s as much hers as it is his, and — it isn’t, really, in the sense that she remains an observer, hands-off, but she appreciates the sentiment. The inclusion. An improved position from that of the wayward daughter and wily lieutenant. The partner. She’d wonder what the staff thought of it all, except Jinx has never cared how she was perceived before, and she won’t be starting now. ]
Only ‘cause you’ve been so good to me.
[ With a smeared kiss at the corner of his mouth. Like she could deny him this, all dolled up for him and him alone. Glass set aside in the blink of eye so she can walk her fingers up his chest and catch her nails on the buttons of his shirt. ]
—To us.
[ Because that’s what they are now, a union sealed in kisses and claims and stolen champagne. She crashes into him more forcefully, then, loosing a button in the process, unable to be anything but what she is. A tornado of a girl, leaving only destruction in her path. It isn’t so much that Silco weathered the storm, but that he came back and forgave the damage. ]
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Congratulations, he says, as though it’s as much hers as it is his, and — it isn’t, really, in the sense that she remains an observer, hands-off, but she appreciates the sentiment. The inclusion. An improved position from that of the wayward daughter and wily lieutenant. The partner. She’d wonder what the staff thought of it all, except Jinx has never cared how she was perceived before, and she won’t be starting now. ]
Only ‘cause you’ve been so good to me.
[ With a smeared kiss at the corner of his mouth. Like she could deny him this, all dolled up for him and him alone. Glass set aside in the blink of eye so she can walk her fingers up his chest and catch her nails on the buttons of his shirt. ]
—To us.
[ Because that’s what they are now, a union sealed in kisses and claims and stolen champagne. She crashes into him more forcefully, then, loosing a button in the process, unable to be anything but what she is. A tornado of a girl, leaving only destruction in her path. It isn’t so much that Silco weathered the storm, but that he came back and forgave the damage. ]