Snippet #2455514

"I was not stupid Elisa, I know when I see someone is a little bit broken."

His hand against her face felt warm and comforting. She reached her own hand up to his, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face and smiled. "At least if I'm broken I have you here with me to keep me together," Even if it was temporary. If he one day decided to up and run away, she had him now and in that moment that was good enough.

"You know just ignoring issues...does not make them go away,"

"Don't you think I know that?" She snapped, her eyes narrowing in on his. She knew it was bad. She was guilty of ignoring her own issues for so long, that she really didn't know how to do anything else. Her version of dealing with issues was attempting suicide. Everyday before Beck had been an endless battle between her problems and how far she could push them down while they fought so hard to come back up. It was tiring and depressing, but her entire life she had been told that that was the proper way to deal with things; the only way to deal with things. It didn't help that she didn't want to face anything either. She was falling apart as it was.

And then he said "Okay..."

She didn't want him to think she didn't care about him. She didn't want him to think she didn't care about his problems or the fact that he was clearly distraught over them, because she did. "Beck, I...I wish you would leave. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I know you care about these people. I know you just want to keep them safe, but I don't. I don't know them. I don't care about them. I care about you." Elisa realized she hadn't changed the subject at all and she wasn't sure why she was choosing to say the things that she did; maybe it was the way he had said 'okay,' or maybe she just found more words to say, but it really didn't matter why. Her voice was filled with desperation and sadness. "If you get hurt, and by the way you've been talking - you will get hurt, I don't know what I'd do. You mean everything to me, Beck. I just wish you would realize I love..." And then she silenced herself, clearing her throat as if that would erase her last, unfinished sentence. "I don't want you getting hurt," She finally stated after a moment of silence, her voice quiet and her eyes looking everywhere but him.

"What if I admitted this was a invite? What would you do? Accept?..."
"Or decline? Which would also be completely fine."

After the emotional bucket of words she had poured on him, this conversation was far easier for her. It was awkward and sexy, but fun nonetheless. She grinned and pressed her lips to his neck, slowly kissing farther up until just before his lips. "I think I'd have to accept," She whispered lustfully, her cheeks red and heart racing. Elisa was pretty sure any line they had drawn, she had just been annihilated completely and she didn't care. She wanted the distraction, she wanted him, and she loved him. Did he know that last part? She wasn't sure, though she had hinted and nearly said earlier.