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hattie_notqueenB. He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary. - William Faulkner about Ernest Hemingway
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? - Ernest Hemingway about William Faulkner
"I love you."
There was so much more she wanted to tell him. How long she had loved him, how much she loved him, how deeply she loved him. She just couldn't.
She was fluent in several languages, a couple not even from this planet, and she still could not express to him how long, how much or how deeply she loved him. Worse, she didn't know why.
There was no doubt that she DID love him. Every time he looked at her, spoke to her... every time she so much as thought about him, her heart ached. When he smiled at her, she felt like the only thing in his world and it made her blush. Any coherent thoughts she had would flee from her mind and all she could do was smile back. She wanted to express to him what his smile did to her.
Touching him was something else entirely and she could spend hours trailing her fingers over his skin or through his hair. In bed, she wanted to kiss all of him, delighting in his soft groans and whispers. Every time they came together felt like the first and he'd said it best when he'd said foreplay was sex and that the making love came after. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to make love to him forever.
Being what he was, the touching was a treat in one form and interesting at best in another. She could have sat for hours in his driver's seat, just like when they'd first met, listening to him talk, watching the scenery go by. It was where she'd fallen in love with him, the mind within the machine. There was nowhere she felt safer, even if the only other person she'd tell was her father. The pride she felt in him knowing what he did, what he was, was immense. She wanted to be able to tell him how proud she was of him.
Yet, for some reason, she couldn't. The smile, she guessed, but something prevented her from properly being able to tell Kitt just how she felt all the time. How she wanted to be his, forever. How the jealousy he felt for Cam was so beyond unfounded, she couldn't express that, either. Instead, she had to settle for using small words.
"I love you."
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Hattie Jackson
Stargate (OC)
401 Words
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? - Ernest Hemingway about William Faulkner
"I love you."
There was so much more she wanted to tell him. How long she had loved him, how much she loved him, how deeply she loved him. She just couldn't.
She was fluent in several languages, a couple not even from this planet, and she still could not express to him how long, how much or how deeply she loved him. Worse, she didn't know why.
There was no doubt that she DID love him. Every time he looked at her, spoke to her... every time she so much as thought about him, her heart ached. When he smiled at her, she felt like the only thing in his world and it made her blush. Any coherent thoughts she had would flee from her mind and all she could do was smile back. She wanted to express to him what his smile did to her.
Touching him was something else entirely and she could spend hours trailing her fingers over his skin or through his hair. In bed, she wanted to kiss all of him, delighting in his soft groans and whispers. Every time they came together felt like the first and he'd said it best when he'd said foreplay was sex and that the making love came after. She wanted to tell him that she wanted to make love to him forever.
Being what he was, the touching was a treat in one form and interesting at best in another. She could have sat for hours in his driver's seat, just like when they'd first met, listening to him talk, watching the scenery go by. It was where she'd fallen in love with him, the mind within the machine. There was nowhere she felt safer, even if the only other person she'd tell was her father. The pride she felt in him knowing what he did, what he was, was immense. She wanted to be able to tell him how proud she was of him.
Yet, for some reason, she couldn't. The smile, she guessed, but something prevented her from properly being able to tell Kitt just how she felt all the time. How she wanted to be his, forever. How the jealousy he felt for Cam was so beyond unfounded, she couldn't express that, either. Instead, she had to settle for using small words.
"I love you."
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Hattie Jackson
Stargate (OC)
401 Words
