Board Thread:Ships/@comment-4199666-20140725124736

A/N: So last night I was playing some writing game where you have to write a bunch of words in fifteen minutes and if you don't it bombards you with scary pictures, and if you do it rewards you with kittens (yay) and halfway through being a little shit I decided to work on some descriptive writing practice and hence, began this little Julian inspired drabble which is basically just fluff.

The door hung lazily off its hinges, dragging across the bottom of the floor and getting stuck before it could be pried open fully. Drooping off the hook behind it was a coat, and a pastel blue umbrella, still letting off trickles of water as they pooled up and fell to the floor. She sat on her bed; hands buried deep in the warmth of its covers, trying to melt away the icy coldness the rain outside had left in them. She smiled as she looked up, the dimples on either side of her cheek finding their place as she sat up, still wrapped to her neck in the familiar warmth of her blankets. He pulled his coat off, throwing it on top of hers as it swayed into position, before resting still. She didn't need words to lure him over, yet the width of her grin and the nature of her smile felt like an inviting welcome. She slowly leaned forward, anticipating a soft kiss to warm her rain soaked skin, and surely enough he left one, right in the centre of her lips, his hands venturing to their familiar place on the sides of her head, and his thumb gently grazing her forehead as he tries to brush back a few stray golden hairs behind her ear. She kisses him back, allowing herself to melt into it, defrosting the ice which had kept her bedridden since returning home. Before he can take them off, his boots have already left prints across the hardwood floor, tracing a perfect outline of his steps in small puddles of water. Finally, her hands emerged, navigating around his waist, admiring how he felt as comforting as her old fire place, while the taste of smoke on his lips brought upon waves of nostalgia with each kiss. He carefully sat down on her bed, fitting his body neatly into the hollow she left as she had turned up to face him. She pressed her forehead to his, flinching at the sensation of new, chilly beads of rain making their way down her face. He clumsily tried to kick off his boots, using one of his feet to wedge the other shoe out of place as his hands remained fixed to her face, hesitant to move, too affixed to the silky softness of her hair, and the way her skin had soaked the cold completely through. Every freckle and dimple and cheekbone held the upmost importance in that moment. As every raindrop threw itself against the window, she found herself more at ease and more intimate than she'd ever felt before, wrapped up in the warmth and the gentleness which caressed her. For a while, they didn't speak. There was an idle, hushed fuzz of the television in the other room, dimmed so quiet by every flicker of rain beating against the glass that it ceased to exist in their minds. Briefly he regretted leaving the door open, but another part of him didn’t mind. He could have stayed there for weeks, just allowing himself to take in her heartbeat and all of her little idiosyncrasies and the thought alone was enough to bring a smile to his face.

He managed to muscle one shoe off, sending it directly down to the floor as his now shoeless foot made it easier for him to wedge the second one off. The second one landed just to the left, slightly crooked and leaving behind its stamp on the ground before toppling over. He lifted his legs up into the bed and moved over her, fully embracing her delicate frame as his hands moved down to steady his weight. She gently looped her arms around his figure, pulling herself towards him until they had nothing between them other than the fabric of their clothes and the smooth scent of smoke blended with the rain and mountain air. Each kiss fed a hunger inside them, as they tried to compensate for every missed moment in between when they’d had to go without, and warming through their bones like no amount of blankets or evenings curled up by the fireplace ever could. Neither of them felt any reason to move away, nor did they want to. They just wanted to wait out the rain in comfortable silence. 