Fear and Fate(poly)(bxb)

Twenty-One

We just kiss and hold each other. It's been so long since I've felt like this. I was numb compared to the raw passion coursing through me now. A love so strong it withstands the test of time and brings forth fresh emotions, our love is capable of bringing us together even if we're worlds apart. Von would find me anywhere, and I'd go right back to him.

I slowly plant kisses on every inch of his face and neck. He closes his eyes, breathing deeply on top of me. One leg is hiked up, along with my dress that's pooling in between us. Von massages my exposed thigh with a powerful hand. We're surrounded by eccentric decor as we sink deeper into the plain mattress.

When I first met him I didn't plan on being with him at all much less being fated to be together forever. He was so cold compared to the warm embraces he gives now. The gentle brush of his lips along my neck soothes me along with his breathing. He's so comfortable it makes me sleepy.

I can't believe he came back for me. My little studio, my queen-sized bed, they're nothing compared to what he has access to in the city. He could start fresh instead of dealing with my attitude. My habit of dwelling on the past has to be annoying for someone with so much going on in the present.

"You're warm," I say to him still not believing my eyes. I notice all the little details in his intense features. "You're blushing? Are you nervous too?"

Von hums at me, blue eyes revealing themselves. His eyebrows are drawn together as he stares at my lips I pulled away from him. "You could say I'm excited," he says.

"I would never even think to use that word to describe you." My eyes follow his stoic expression as he holds my hand in his and kisses my palm.

"I'm always excited when I see you," Von confesses. He presses my palm flat against his chest and I feel it instantly. His heart is racing.

He never lies and his body doesn't either. He could tell me we've been in Brookbottom this whole time, and I'd believe him just based on his track record. He makes it too easy to trust him.

"Tell me why you want to bring me back so bad," I say so quietly it's almost a whisper.

"You have my heart. I can never truly be happy with such a big piece of me missing."

"You let me go so easily though–"

"It wasn't easy." Von cuts me off. "It wasn't easy at all. I stalled for so long and you just kept getting hurt. In the back of my mind, I knew exactly what needed to be done. I was just weak. Then I couldn't even bring myself to see you off."

He's not looking at me. He's hurt. Things that happened three years ago, I can't believe they're that painful for him to think about.

"Next time you want to leave me," I start. "Please don't come back. Just let me be."

Von's ocean-colored irises are back on me. He doesn't let me go. Every three months he'd come here and catch me in those abysmal eyes. He'd suspend me in time and underwater as if I were living in a snow globe. Everything was so mundane without him.

"I'm not going to say it again," Von shifts his weight off of me. "I never left you."

I change my position as well. It's easy to do so when 200 pounds of muscle isn't on me. There's no point in arguing anymore. We're going in circles. I can't keep making him repeat himself and I have a feeling he's about to go nonverbal soon anyway.

His eyes are heavy, heady, and intent on me. Von plays with my hair, wrapping a coil around his index finger as he loses himself. His breathing is so steady for how fast his heart is beating. He knows exactly what he wants and all I can do is wonder. He goes to speak and I'm clinging on to every word.