Baby steps, because thats all I got..., Becca/William

[Rebecca Byron]

She nodded, saying again, "I'm sorry my freakout on the subject came off so--bossy and hysterical and not listening to you." She gripped the front of his singlet, the urge to pull it up and get the to skin underneath was stronger than she could almost control. "So...where do we stand now? Are you okay with this, what we've decided? Are there things you need to talk about still?"

[William Byron]

"I'm gonna throw those right back at you Bec. Are we good? Or is there something else we need to discuss?" he asked her, keeping his mind clean and not wishing his was shirtless. She could be shirtless too. Yeah that would be good.

[Rebecca Byron]

A crooked smile, "I feel like right now we are? But I also sorta don't trust it because of how much I'd really like to be shoving you back to the bed and kissing on you and feeling like things are all good and perfect because I always feel like that when we're all wrapped up in each other. Logic tells me that there will probably have to be more uncomfy conversations in the next few weeks, no matter how much I would prefer to believe that everything's fixed." She tugged at the front of his shirt. "I love you. I miss you so badly, and I want to come home and I've felt like I was dying inside being away from you and not knowing if we were going to be able to fix this." Another tug, she leaned in and rested her forehead against his. "We'll make it right, won't we? We'll figure it out and be happy with us."

[William Byron]

"I know what you mean. Just when we think we are getting somewhere it all screws up and we are back where we started last month. But for now, this moment... we got it all sorted. Which is a nice feeling." He leant into her. William couldn't help it. She just made him like this. Anyone else and he could control his actions. Becca controlled him, whether she knew it or not. "We will work it out babygirl. We always do." he promised before he kissed her, softly, sweetly, almost afraid to go further then the soft pressure of lips on lips

[Rebecca Byron]

A long shiver moved down her back, relief and the sudden release of so much tension and misery at once. As they kissed, she slid one hand deep into William's hair and held on, not sending the kiss urgent or sexual but letting the soft connection of it draw out. And as it did, she opened up the marks from her side. She didn't press at him, try and push through whatever barriers he was maintaining, but took down the walls that she'd been holding between them for the past days.

[William Byron]

His barriers had been down all along, and when Becca finally let down the shields she had wrapped so protectively around her own mind, William wanted to cry with relief. He had missed the feeling of her in his head. And now she was back there he never wanted her to leave. William kissed her, not pulling her closer, and not sending anything along the marks, just enjoying the freedom of her presence.

[Rebecca Byron]

Sinking into William's mind as though it was the only home she had that mattered, mostly because it was, Becca kept her arms around him and kissed him until she absolutely had to pull back to breathe. She smiled at him, soft and happy and feeling completely solid and sane for the first time in days and murmured, "Come to bed, love?" She needed the physical reconnection, thought he probably did too, and they had hours yet before he had to go back to the club.

They spent the hours they had together in bed. There was sex and touch and quiet conversation, kisses and apologies and laughing over the small absurdities that had come up in their lives over the past days, plans made and reassurances asked and given. And when midnight came and William had to go, Becca released him reluctantly but with promises to see one another the following night.

She walked him to the door and kissed him again before he left, then headed back to bed and curled up with her head on the pillow he'd used, breathing in the smell of his hair and skin and falling into the first decent night's sleep she'd had since leaving the Horseman.