She fell silent, considering him thoughtfully, her hand gently stroking through his hair. She was evidently looking for comfort, but she seemed to find it in his eyes and she leaned forward and kissed him.
(Zoop!) Afterward, Juniper was next to him, her arms over his shoulders and her face buried in his neck. She was breathless, her fingers running through his hair gently, and she was quiet, holding him close.
He had an arm around her, his nose brushing her hair as he closed his eyes for a moment. "I love you."
He would hear her laugh a little, and she turned, lying on her stomach and looking up at him thoughtfully. He would see that line of freckles along her back. "I love you too," she said quietly, that pink flush across her face.
She considered him, her limbs soft and relaxed as she watched the demon lying next to her. The scar across his chest was still present, a slash across the stunning lines that formed the musculature under his skin. Her gaze traced up his neck, noting the angle of his jaw and the way his mouth was set. She focused on this mouth for a moment, her eyes following his soft cupid's bow and the way the corners curved up slightly as he watched her. His fingers were so soft. Her focus darted away to glance at the hand. She knew they had caused such misery centuries ago, but all she noticed were the gentle indentations of his knuckles and his wrists. Her boy had beautiful wrists, and she took his free hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing the knuckles gently. Her gaze returned to his face. She finally made eye contact with him, still softly cupping his hand. She seemed almost playfully curious, and his intuition would tell him that her thoughts had wandered. Perhaps it was the subtle crook of her brow. The blankets draped softly over her shoulders, following the dip of the small of her back, and she gently opened his hand, placing it against her jaw. His fingers would be able to feel her pulse, a quick beat that would be sweetly familiar to him. She closed her eyes, letting him cup her jaw as she settled her head down. Her hair brushed against the back of his hand, the golden strands soft against his skin.
He looked down at her curiously, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. His gaze was warm; a contrast to the cold and stern gaze of when they had first met. He leaned back, shutting his eyes as well as they stayed that way.
She glanced over at him thoughtfully before giving him a small smile. “That was really nice, Z,” she said quietly.
She nodded, sitting up and retrieving her clothes from the previous night before going to empty the washer. “I’m just going to call you a friend for now,” she told him, looking over at him. “Ease her into it.”
He nodded slightly, putting on pants before grabbing his clothes as well and going to change. "Okay."
She laughed, clearly delighted before she stood, coming over to him. “We need to clean up before we go...”
