Solangelo Oneshots

Into The Abyss

"I love you."

"I know."

Hands lifted to cup a tear stained face. Nico’s eyes were wide and his gaze was deep and vast. His hands trembled, stroking Will’s cheeks so tenderly. He took in a short breath of air as if about to say something before he thought better of it and lifted himself onto his toes to bring their lips together.

Soft, so soft. Drawn to each other over and over again. Every clumsy movement, every bump of the nose, every trace of the skin was all so perfect.

Will’s hands rested between Nico’s shoulder blades. He leaned down, pressing their bodies together so tightly that no one could ever part them. They took every shaky breath together, every uncertain step together until they were both plummeting into an abyss with only each other to cling to, to taste, to touch, to love.

And they were stumbling backwards, heading towards an inviting bed and a longed for reunion. Desperate and unsure, hands roamed and emotions swirled until everything was a haze.

All that was left was them but when had they ever needed anything else?