“I want—” He stopped and swallowed, still holding my hand. His fingers found and touched the silver ring once more. “I want verra much to kiss you,” he said softly. “May I do that?”
The tears were barely dammed. Two more welled up and overflowed; I felt them, full and round, roll down my cheeks.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He drew me slowly close to him, holding our linked hands just under his breast.
“I havena done this for a verra long time,” he said. I saw the hope and the fear dark in the blue of his eyes. I took the gift and gave it back to him.
“Neither have I,” I said softly.
His hands cupped my face with exquisite gentleness, and he set his mouth on mine. ~ Voyager
Tag: otp
You are my courage, as I am your conscience,“ he whispered. “You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone.
Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn (via fatilightwood)
You two so belong together
never stop running!
never stop fighting!
never stop loving me!
TERMINATOR
I think he’s filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit.
Love the role reversal of her being wowed by him.
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