one shots | awsten knight

long way home

plot: friends indulge in late night confessions and relish in nostalgia.

yearning .

It was a challenge to not fall into a trance when staring out of the window of a car. Especially, when the overbearing blackness was swallowing up building after building. There were only a few street lights in place and no billboards in sight.
The cool window felt magnificent against her skin.

The only sight more captivating than the seemingly never ending void outside, was the man sitting next to Juno.
He was wearing a white and black button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up mid-forearm and his hands gripped the steering wheel steadily.

The dim light from the radio panel was the only thing illuminating his silhouette.
That didn't stop Juno from admiring it though.

A shiny watch adorned his wrist. It even glimmered in the dim light. Further down, on his ring finger, sat a heavy and bold silver ring with an eyeball attached to it. His soft voice floated through the thick summer air that blew in from the driver's side.  Subtly, his right hand moved from the clutch to hold hers.

Juno grasped it softly and immediately, he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. Constantly back and forth, as a reminder that he's thinking about her as much as she was thinking about him.

He smiled to himself tenderly, but sadly he had to retract his hand from hers soon after to change gear.

It was the night after one of Juno's many dance competitions. She was a dancer in Houston's most successful dance crew.
When she heard that Awsten would be in Cypress, she immediately invited him to her performance.

"You did great.", Awsten said softly.

"Thank you", Juno smiled, "I'm glad you could make it."

"I can't miss out on my favorite dancer. Especially when she invites me.", he coaxed.

"Well, it was about damn time, you show up.", she teased lightly.

"My mom says the same thing every time I come home.", he chuckles.

Juno rested her head back against the window and pulled her knees up to her chest. She wasn't wearing any shoes, just socks, so Awsten could hardly be bothered by it.

He stole a glance at her, and in that moment, he thought that she was the most magnificent woman, he had ever laid his eyes on.

He suppressed a sigh when he realised what he had been thinking. He had done it again, he cursed himself.

Due to their jobs, they weren't around one another too often, but every time they did see each other, Awsten caught himself thinking about her more than in a friendly way. And each time it got more intense, more romanticised. Every time he looked at her, it felt like his brain could melt from the impact. His chest would start to ache deep down and the tips of his fingers would start to tingle, and so would his cheeks.

He blushed, reflecting on it. He was thankful that the sun had set long ago, so that he could - what he would call it - hide the 'shame'.

With a sigh, Juno's dainty hands crept up into her own hair, to untangle the tight bun. When the tension released, she rolled her neck from left to right, while working her fingers on her scalp.

Awsten watched subtly and swallowed thickly while she stretched her neck. Again, he realised, he had never been so entranced by a woman before. Sure, he had a fair share of history with girlfriends and potential girlfriends, but none of them had ever put a spell like this on him.

"Would you like something to eat? I feel like you deserve something nice after today.", he asked.

"Yeah, that'd be nice, thank you.", she said.