Rosegarden Week 2019: Day 3 - Distance

If I was ever going to write a second chapter to Second Tries, it might go a little something like this…





“I was thinking,” he said softly, too nervous to look her in the eye, “That since you kinda kissed me before… maybe I could… take the lead this time?”

Ruby flushed, and teeth came out to worry at her bottom lip. “S-sure…” she replied, and mercifully closed her eyes, freeing him from her gaze.

He studied her in the moonlight a moment, watching the way it played across her face, glinting in her long eyelashes. She sat expectantly, hands folded neatly in her lap, face lifted. Stillness didn’t suit her, he decided. She was always moving with such fierce determination. Even now, Oscar could feel the nervous energy brimming inside her, as she waited for him to make a move.

The chilly winter breeze ruffled her hair, and he reached out to brush away the dark strands that fell in her face. His eyes fell on the orange wool of his gloves, and he hesitated. They seemed like a barrier, suddenly. A separation. As if there was a distance between them. Had he ever actually removed his gloves in front of any of them?

What a silly thing, he thought, to have never really touched her before.

Silver eyes flicked open curiously at the sound of the snaps coming undone and he froze, feeling weirdly exposed. He could feel her gaze resting on his hands, moving up, studying his face. But almost immediately, she snapped them shut again, and now there was a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

He wanted to close this distance.

Her breath hitched when his bare fingers brushed across her cheek, and Oscar marveled at the warmth, the smoothness. And when his hand swept back into her hair, she melted into his touch, and suddenly kissing her didn’t feel so formidable anymore. It felt… right.





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