[ The breath goes out of him at the blow. He collapses to his knees, gasping and struggling, hunched over the point of injury. Shit - His lips are still buzzing and stinging from the kiss, brutal and swift as it was, while the ache of suffocation washes over him.
He doesn't want to see her. Doesn't want to look her in the eye. Maybe in a few days, perhaps that would be a laugh, but for now, he can't stand the thought. But there she is, grabbing him, forcing him to his knees in front of her - perhaps it is a correct sort of justice, that he doesn't get to decide the time and place of their meeting. That she does. That he must kneel before her in a sort of penitence.
He gasps, the noise rattling, for once devoid of any pretty words or quips as he fights to recover himself. ]
I love you
He doesn't want to see her. Doesn't want to look her in the eye. Maybe in a few days, perhaps that would be a laugh, but for now, he can't stand the thought. But there she is, grabbing him, forcing him to his knees in front of her - perhaps it is a correct sort of justice, that he doesn't get to decide the time and place of their meeting. That she does. That he must kneel before her in a sort of penitence.
He gasps, the noise rattling, for once devoid of any pretty words or quips as he fights to recover himself. ]