[This, of course, is followed by the light touch of his lips against her knuckles, one by one.
Yes, he's still devastated by Jesse's death. Yes, he's still unhappy with Ahiru for scaring them the way she did. Yes, he still wants to yell at Dick for making Steph worry constantly.
But this is what brought the two of them together in the first place, isn't it? Every little disaster draws them closer to each other — and just when he thinks he can't possibly love her more, it happens anyway.
Saul can't help the way she makes him happy in spite of everything. He doesn't want to, either.]
[This is worse than when he bought her that damn book of poetry. She makes a face at him because she doesn't know what else to do, because she can't stop the fact she's blushing, but at least she can make sure she doesn't look too flustered by the attention.]
Okay, okay, I get the point. [the point is that Saul is weird.] I love you, too.
But the point is that he loves her, yes. A lot. Also, the ocean is wet. And snow is cold. And Steph is beautiful. Getting the point isn't going to stop him, though; he continues on, kissing her fingers and hands and then her wrists, smiling stupidly all the while.]
[The combination of the kisses and his silence make her feel a little nervous. Not worried, it's just - strange, when he goes quiet.]
Should I be getting comfortable, if you're planning to keep doing that?
[Kissing her, she means, since it seems like he's being thorough about the whole thing, and they probably shouldn't stand in the living room while he's doing that.]
With Saul alone, she'd never think anything like that, she wouldn't worry about it all being for nothing. But it's not just Saul, and the more time passes the more she wonders why she's even trying with Dick, when he won't listen to a word she says, when it seems like he doesn't care how much he hurts or worries her.
She doesn't trust herself not to choke on any words she might try, so she just kisses him properly, instead, slow and careful as she guides his hands to her waist before winding her arms around his shoulders.]
Edited (i was rereading and i wanted to add more i'm sorry) 2013-12-25 09:27 (UTC)
[He doesn't expect her to say anything; he just waits for whatever's coming next, so he's pleased to see it's such an encouraging kiss.
(Not that he expected something else, but one never knows.)
His hands settle on her hips at first, but then he decides to wrap his arms around her instead, pulling her flush against him. They probably should move, but really, he just wants to keep kissing her like this. Nothing more, not right now.]
Pretty sure he wants to punch me on instinct anyway.
[Can she argue with that?
It's a good point, though, the one she's making, so he reluctantly releases his hold on her save for his grip on one of her hands and gestures for her to lead the way elsewhere.
[She's not actually so sure about that, but she doesn't really want to think about that all too much right now.
So she uses her free hand to scoop up Mike - she's not allowed to ruin the flowers - before leading Saul into their bedroom and closing the door. Now she can kiss him without worrying about either of the kids.]
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She's still not quite looking at him, though.]
Yeah, well-- [It's the we that really gets her.] Someone has to look after the lot of you.
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Yes, he's still devastated by Jesse's death. Yes, he's still unhappy with Ahiru for scaring them the way she did. Yes, he still wants to yell at Dick for making Steph worry constantly.
But this is what brought the two of them together in the first place, isn't it? Every little disaster draws them closer to each other — and just when he thinks he can't possibly love her more, it happens anyway.
Saul can't help the way she makes him happy in spite of everything. He doesn't want to, either.]
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Okay, okay, I get the point. [the point is that Saul is weird.] I love you, too.
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Okay, he is kind of weird.
But the point is that he loves her, yes. A lot. Also, the ocean is wet. And snow is cold. And Steph is beautiful. Getting the point isn't going to stop him, though; he continues on, kissing her fingers and hands and then her wrists, smiling stupidly all the while.]
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Should I be getting comfortable, if you're planning to keep doing that?
[Kissing her, she means, since it seems like he's being thorough about the whole thing, and they probably shouldn't stand in the living room while he's doing that.]
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As far as Dick is concerned, he never knows.
But there's only so much skin he can kiss when she's still dressed and everything, so he breaks away to flash her a smile.]
Maybe.
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[But she doesn't actually make a move, and because she has no idea what to say or do, she adds:]
You know you're being weird, right?
[just to make sure.]
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[What's so weird about showing his girlfriend some tender loving care, huh?
He leans in, again, to bump noses with her.
It's not weird...!]
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[She scrunches her nose, in part for his weirdness, but also at her apparent inability to explain why this is weird.]
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[You're losing him, Steph.
He's still got a hold of her hands, so he twists their fingers together, still grinning.]
This?
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[She looks down at their hands, then back at him.]
And the flowers. And the kissing.
[you know. this.]
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[Because he thinks that's weird, but judging by the warm, kidding smile on his face, it's not a bad sort of weird.
He wants to kiss her again.
Instead, he pauses, trying on a slightly more serious look.]
If this is overkill, Steph, I'll dial it back.
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[Since it's really weird, and she doesn't know if it's bad or good, but she can't change it.]
No, it's fine, it's-- nice. [It's weird, but she doesn't say that again, just leans in to kiss his cheek.] I'm just... you know.
[Not good with this sorta thing.]
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[He's not, either. Not really. Which is why the kiss makes him duck his head, laughing again.]
I thought you might be in need of a little reminder. Y'know, with all the stress lately, and... everything.
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[She manages to keep her tone light and plaful, despite the ache in her chest.
She misses Jesse, too.]
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[She'd have to hit her head pretty hard to forget that. Or, you know, have a close encounter with Max again...
That's not a thought he wants to have.
Here's that kiss, finally, pressed lightly to her chin.]
More like... that you're not just doing this all for nothing.
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With Saul alone, she'd never think anything like that, she wouldn't worry about it all being for nothing. But it's not just Saul, and the more time passes the more she wonders why she's even trying with Dick, when he won't listen to a word she says, when it seems like he doesn't care how much he hurts or worries her.
She doesn't trust herself not to choke on any words she might try, so she just kisses him properly, instead, slow and careful as she guides his hands to her waist before winding her arms around his shoulders.]
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(Not that he expected something else, but one never knows.)
His hands settle on her hips at first, but then he decides to wrap his arms around her instead, pulling her flush against him. They probably should move, but really, he just wants to keep kissing her like this. Nothing more, not right now.]
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I'm pretty sure Dick will just punch you on instinct if he catches us kissing.
[which is - kind of fair.]
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[Can she argue with that?
It's a good point, though, the one she's making, so he reluctantly releases his hold on her save for his grip on one of her hands and gestures for her to lead the way elsewhere.
To the bedroom, he's guessing.]
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[She's not actually so sure about that, but she doesn't really want to think about that all too much right now.
So she uses her free hand to scoop up Mike - she's not allowed to ruin the flowers - before leading Saul into their bedroom and closing the door. Now she can kiss him without worrying about either of the kids.]