Drabbles and Containment by A Forum User

Drabble Fifty-Three - Owen Blackbourne Cracks

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~Sang~

I ran into the kitchen, skidding to a halt behind Mr. Blackbourne. My courage seemed to leave me.

"Mr. Blackbourne?" I said softly. He turned to me, the steel strength in his eyes not quite masking his hurt.

"Miss Sorenson." He replied curtly, coldly, like I was a stranger. Ouch. That stung.

I stood there for a moment, unsure on what I should say.

"Miss Sorenson?" Mr. Blackbourne repeated, a little kinder this time. What would I say?

But, then again, the saying went 'actions speak louder than words'.

Oh god I hoped Nathan was right.

Before he could speak, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his.

I shut my eyes, hoping against hope that he'd respond.

And respond he did.

Mr. Blackbourne's arms wrapped around my waist, his hand running up my back making me shiver. He stepped closer to me, deepening the kiss. I smiled against his mouth and he broke away, leaning his forehead on mine.

"Mr. Blackbourne," I whispered but he stopped me.

"Owen."

"Owen, then," I said and he grinned. Actually grinned. And dear god did that man have a nice smile. It was crooked, perfectly imperfect- actually unfair. That no matter what everything was perfect on him. "Do you know what this means?"

"I have an idea, but you say it first."

"I love you."

He kissed me again, soft and lingering.

"I love you too, Sang."