She woke to the feeling of something poking her in the cheek. With her eyesight, she didn’t need the light or the moon to see who it was.

“Really? At this hour?” she hissed at him. 

His usually cheerful and mischievous face was bored, blankly staring at her with his finger still outstretched near her cheek.

“What is it?” her tone softened slightly as she reached up to wrap her fingers around his hand.

His eyes slid away from her, looking off towards the side.

Her eyes narrowed before softening and she pulled him down beside her. She wrapped her arms around him and waited for him to respond. Slowly, almost as if he were afraid of touching her, he put his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder. He still didn’t speak.

She didn’t mind. She would wait as long as he needed her to. 

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@writer-grandma

She looks at him and he looks at her and neither of them really know what to say. This was a lot easier when there was over 6000 miles between them and they could pretend that he hadn’t tried to rule the world in another place, another time.

She looks at him and thinks about what those many emails and texts and letters have caused her to see. He looks at her and sees her for the first time again and perhaps he falls a little harder.

“I-” he begins but she cuts him off, as brusque and as straightforward as always.

“I think that I might be a little bit in love with you,” no embarrassment shows on her face, no uncertainty despite her words.

He still can’t resist teasing her though.

“You only ‘think’ that you might be a little bit in love with me?” there’s mirth in his eyes and a cheerful smile on his face.

Her eyes roll and she steps closer to him, a small smile of her own clear to see. “Fine, you insufferable boy,” she leans her face towards, close enough that there’s only a few inches between them. “I know that I am a little bit in love with you.”

She looks at him and he looks at her and they are silent for a moment.

Then his hands are curling around her waist and her hands are tangled into his hair and their lips are pressed together and they dont really know who started this kiss but it doesn’t matter.

They’ll figure it out later.

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@writersloth