When I Get You Alone

Curling her feet underneath her as she sat on the soft mattress, the young girl fidgeted nervously as she watched the other person in the room. Although she had more or less claimed it as her own, it was still not completely her own, and she had yet to let anyone else into it. She took the help where it was offered - her rash actions had resulted in a need to be dependant on charity. However she couldn't get the lingering idea that she was technically homeless out of her her head, and that idea made her nervous about showing anyone the area that she had indeed gotten for herself.

"Its really, better than, you know... whatever I use to have, with my parents." She shrugged a shoulder and worried her lip slightly. Shrugging and then laughing. She was being overly awkward, and it was making her feel self conscious.

Patting the bed beside her she offered a hesitant grin, "Want a seat?"

Roman looked around the room, giving a brief not of approval. "Well, it's not a palace, but I guess it's not a mud hut either. I suppose it's enough for now," he said with a small smile.

As Faye spoke, and the truth of her words resounded in him, Roman's smile faded, and he knit his brows together, "Are you sure you don't need any money? I could give you some without my parents noticing... probably..."

He made his way carefully to the mattress and sat down, flicking his eyes up at Faye. He suddenly felt incredibly grateful for this moment. The boy was painfully aware of how moments like these were becoming rarer and rarer. He tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers, leaning back just to catch the look in her eyes one more time, "I love you."

She shook her head. Faye didn't want to be any more of a charity case than she had already made herself. It was her great plan to not live with her parents any more, to convince them she did not exist at all, she had to deal with the problems herself.

"I'm fine. Really - I even got me a job," she straightened slightly, eyes dancing proud of herself. It wasn't a great job, and she wasn't going to be keeping it passed summer, but it was a job for a moment.

Leaning into the kiss, she blinked slightly feeling a dull sense of disappointment as he pulled away. No, not quite disappointment... frustration? Worrying her lip for only half a moment, she couldn't frown for long before his words reached her and she was grinning again.

"I love you too." She hesitated half a second, slightly unsure of what she was doing, and then leaned forward, pressing her lips against his again, kissing him slowly at first - every move slow, awkward and thought out - before more of her brain shut off, and little by little she pushed closer to the boy, deepening the kiss without even realizing she was doing it.

Roman kissed her back, feeling a twinge of surprise when Faye didn't let go. Normally, their kisses were warm but succinct, little more than a necessity, maybe even a formality, to make sure the two of them were always close, always within reach.

But now, as he noticed Faye's movements becoming smoother, and his own beginning to align thoughtlessly with hers, something new was thrown into the mix. Now, as his hand stroked her cheek, then changed it's mind and wrapped around her waist, Roman didn't just need Faye. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.

Once again, his hands changed directions, and gently cupped her face, just so that he could get closer to her. An ache appeared in him to be connected with her. Then, just while everything had begun to feel so natural and so right, he realized that kissing might not be enough.

The changes, responses were - she realized belatedly - exactly what she was looking for, but had not actually been expecting. Her body longed for them, while her mind over thought and did not know what to do with them. Hauling herself closer as his arm wrapped around her waist she found herself practically atop of his lap, chest pushed flush against his as she thrilled by each little touch of his hands.

Her own hands slid down his chest slowly, running through the fabric of his shirt while her mind startled her with the thought of the skin below it. Such intimate thoughts and revelations had not occurred to her before - at least not while it was within the possibility, and not for long before she had sent them away. But now...

Pulling back for air, her lips quivered against his. There was a flush of emotion across her face, and she was reluctant to pull any further. As she spoke, her lips danced lightly against his skin, just barely grazing it, "I-Is this alright?"

A shiver was sent through Roman as he felt two hands gliding down his chest, and he became painfully aware of the constricting fabric against his skin, but far too self-conscious to do anything about it.

He rested his forehead on hers when she pulled away, his chest swelling and deflating in a natural rhythm. The small amount of air in between them was quickly heated by their skin. The space was the perfect amount of privacy, just enough so that whispered words could be passed without having to strain one's ears. He brushed his nose against part of her cheek, and breathed, "Yes."

He wanted to sit there for a couple more moments, just breathing. Feeling more like himself than he had ever felt, and yet still haunted by the fact that he was acting like an entirely different person. Roman brushed his lips against Faye's again, gentle and tender, like a soft blanket.

Nerves, responses she didn't know existed, were firing, coming alive with each brush of his skin, heated lick of his breath, his lips. Her breath caught for a moment, and she let her eyes drift close as she nuzzled her cheek against the brush of his nose, a soft shiver going down her spine as she leaned into his kiss.

With Roman she felt warm and protected; it was a feeling she always had, the soft little bubble of gratitude at being noticed, at being loved. In this moment, despite what fiction, and imagination had lead her to believe, she felt that feeling only amplified. It was right, where she was, safe where she was, what she was doing because it was him.

Roman was right, where she belonged.

Leaning forward, closer and closer to the boy, she hardly noticed that if he didn't attempted to prop them both up, they would soon be falling over. She pulled back, for a breath, breathing in the air, he was breathing out, and her eyes trailed away from his lips for the moment. Focusing on the skin around it, glancing the at the strong jaw line underneath it. A finger reached up, trailing it softly as the gears in her mind began to whirl in directions that it had never brushed towards before.

What if she just...

Leaning forward she kissed the skin along his jaw.

Roman felt gravity tugging the two of them down onto the bed, making the entire frame shiver. His arms wrapped around Faye's slender waist. He didn't cringe as he felt the still fairly clearly defined bones beneath her skin. This time, everything about her was so undeniably beautiful, even if in some cases that beauty was mildly tragic. At this point, that was a pretty good metaphor for their lives. If he were a poet, he'd be having a field day.

Another kiss from Faye chased away his self pity, and he grinned, rolling the two of them over so that they were lying on their sides. He pushed the girl's hair out of the way, and started a line of kisses trailing towards her ear, then changed his mind and kissed her neck, burying his lips in her soft, perfect skin.

He stopped, his face still rested against her, and slowly raised his head to look at her. His eyes raked over her features, drinking in every little detail as if she was the last thing he'd ever see. Resting his head on the pillow, he gave a small smile, muttering, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Nothing had ever caused her such pleasure or enjoyment than the feeling of Roman's hands against her skin. It had always been that way, when they caught their hands in the hallway, just brushing as they walked, or entwining their fingers - this time it was just amplified. Closing her eyes, she let out a soft sound, leaning into his lip, tiling her head ever so slightly, unsure of how she knew what she was doing but just doing it, allowing access to more skin.

Opening her eyes slowly, with a slight flutter she found herself eye to eye with him. Reaching out a hand she ran her hand softly through his hair, before bringing a finger down, lightly tracing the planes of his face.

"Then do it."