monkeybars | closed] [pulling your puzzles apart

Her heels in hand, Sarah steps inside and immediately shrugs out of her jacket. Not even her run-in with Faye could spoil the evening, that's how good of an evening it was. The second she's in the loft, it really does feel like home. It didn't feel that way until him.

"What?" she asks, soft and demanding - somehow both in one.

The door is closed behind them, and Sarah turns in place, reaching for him with her arms. A curious little expression has set into her features, and it's not without font amusement. She tugs him in closer, her smile widening at the sight of his mussed up hair. "You've got that face."

It's a self-satisfied face, but it's something else, too. There's something on his mind.

Noah slides his own jacket off of him, pulling his shoulders back a bit to stretch them out. He looks over at her, catching her gaze at the sound of her voice (both soft and demanding. who the hell else can do that? he's never heard anyone manage to do both at the same time).

He pauses. There is always more openness, vulnerability here in their own home than anywhere else.

He thinks that is part of what Home is supposed to feel like. It's supposed to be the place someone feels safe enough to be vulnerable, and she does that for him. He breathes in as she tugs him in closer, and he slides his arms around her waist as he glances down.

His expression is suddenly serious as he tilts his head to the side. "Was just thinking I can't remember the last time I felt like a place was home until now. Maybe when I was really, really little."

But that was a long, long time ago, and safety didn't really factor in even from the start being as sick as he was.

She would agree that's what Home is supposed to be like.

It's not just a place, it's a feeling. It comes as no surprise, then, it's where they feel safest. It's where their walls come down the most and they are vulnerable and open with each other. It's when she sees those serious expressions on his face the most. Her index finger reaches out to trail gently down his cheek. He's more serious than people would ever imagine, she thinks.

And not for the first time, she wonders about tiny Noah. She's gathered bits and pieces, but she doesn't think she has the whole yet.

"How little?" she asks, and this time, there isn't a demand. There is only a question, and the feeling.

Noah shakes his head as she asks the question, because he doesn't know he can recall how little. He is very, very serious secretly deep down under all the cockiness and smirks, and he leans into her finger as it trails down his cheek and his eyes close briefly.

"Too little to know any better, I guess," he says. Too little to know fear, too little to understand that the way he lived his life in and out of hospitals was not the way most kids lived their lives. It's not like he was ever as afraid as everyone else around him, and their fear fed into him.

His parents worried.

He'd hear his mom crying. Thing like that. things you don't forget. He swallows, letting out a breath. "I had really amazing parents, y'know?" He did. That wasn't the issue.

It never was.

Sarah plops down on the couch, and because her hand is still linked with Noah, she nudges him down with her.

"Yeah?"

An ache blooms in her chest, and it manifests in the form of a bittersweet smile. She keeps close to him, her chin resting on his shoulder. Her fingers keep a hold of his, thumb drifting up and down the lifelines in his palm. She remembers being young, and pretending she could see someone's future just by looking at their palms. Before she even knew she had magic in her.

"What were they like?" she asks, her voice so hushed and quiet one would think their whole conversation is a secret.

Maybe it is.

Noah follows where she nudges him to the couch, sliding down beside her before he simply lifts her up a bit until she's sitting on his lap instead. His arms wind tightly around her as he swallows thickly.

He breathes in deep through the ache which has settled there, and then he releases the breath again through the ache, licking his lips through the feeling of it scratching at the inside of his chest.

"My mother was a guardian angel. Protective, caring, she'd sew up a tear in your clothing and use the pin to take someone's eye out if they fucked with someone she cared about," Noah says with a light smirk. "My dad was her ward, and he wasn't an angel or anything. There was a lot of love there, a lot of love for me. My dad got me into music. He used to play the saxophone. The guitar was always my thing. They took care of me. Worried all the time."

He wasn't an easy child to take care of.

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Sarah settles onto his lap easily, tucking herself against his chest. She keeps her head against his shoulder, regarding him thoughtfully from up close. She catches the breath he pulls in and the way it is released again. She leans forward to rest her lips against his neck, lingering there for a moment before she pulls back.

"Sounds familiar," she says with a light smirk of his own.

It may not be how Noah views himself, but it's certainly how Sarah views him. Protective, caring in his own way. He'll take care of your bruises and then turn around and bruise whoever messed with you. Tonight is a fairly good example of that. "They sound amazing." It's a soft echo of agreement, her gaze drifting to their hands once more. "How did they meet? I mean, how did your dad become her ward?"

(She doesn't like the thought of Noah ever getting a ward. She doesn't like the thought of him being anyone else's.)

Noah rests his hand against her back. His fingertips dig into her back gently, and he closes his eyes as her lips rest against his neck. He breathes in again but it is easier this time, less heavy before he laughs a little at what she says. It's a hoarse sound but it's genuine. He slides his fingertips over the side of his jaw.

"Mmm. Maybe."

It's said noncommittally cause even in serious and painful moments he can be kind of a jackass like that, and it's not always how he sees himself, no. Not like he sees his mother at least regardless of the fact he is bruised after kicking her boss' ass for being a jerk. "They met at college. Looked in each other's eyes and that was that. Mom went through all the proper guardian motions or whatever the fuck, and dad was a romantic at heart so he pined and did romantic gestures, and she insisted no... but eventually she couldn't deny how she felt, I guess, and then they got married, had me."

He remembers hearing the story plenty of times (Noah doesn't like the idea of him ever getting a ward either. Hates it. He chooses who he protects. It's how it's always been for him, how he always wants it to be).

Sarah wouldn't want him to be anyone other than himself.

The noncommittal answer is about what she expected, but it doesn't change her own answer. She leans into his fingertips, her eyes closing briefly as she listens to the story. A tiny smile quirks on her lips to hear it was his father who was the romantic at heart, even as her chest clenches a little - she knows that he died, and that must've taken a big toll on his mother, both as his wife and his guardian.

"I don't know if my parents were ever in love," she says musingly, just so he doesn't feel like he's the only one baring his own memories. "I don't remember much about her, outside of what my uncle would tell me, and he wouldn't really talk about their marriage."

But silence can say a lot of things too, can it? Noah is an angel, like Sarah's father is an angel, so at least he knows what that community can be like - and how there can be a lot of reasons to marry, not just for love. "I think if anything he probably loved her more than she loved him."

Noah turns to look at her more fully as she starts to speak about her own family, about her own past, about the things she is sharing with him so he doesn't feel alone in the sharing. There's a tight ache through his chest in gratefulness that she's opening up too, and he smiles a tiny bit when she answers.

"What would your uncle tell you about her?" It's asked curiously, knowing her mother died when she was very young so she has few memories of hers to keep. She should get to have something. Maybe an agentmas could do it or something because she should get to have pieces of her mother to keep hold of. His arm tightens protectively around her.

He nods as he looks at her, knowing all the reasons angels might get married, all the people that they might marry, and that love didn't always have to do with it. Not in the world she came from full of power plays and no one was ever direct. "Bet she was happy to meet you though."

Bet she loved Sarah very, very much.

Sarah shifts, so that she is fitted more snugly against his chest.

There's a small pause as she considers his question, furling and unfurling her fingers against his. "He always likened her to a branch. Extending every which way, always bending to fit newer paths and never breaking." She was strong, and she was adaptable, and she was warm. She had a vengeful streak too, which is likely where Sarah got it. "She played the piano, and there was this one lullaby she'd play whenever I'd start crying during thunderstorms. It would calm me right away."

She never liked the lightning growing up. Not if she was alone. She's older now, though. She's found they do have a certain charm.

"And yeah, she did. I think... it's why she stayed." For Sarah.

Noah's arm slides further around her as she shifts and fits more snugly against his chest.

He grows quiet, and there's a low ache within his chest as he feels how her fingers furl and unfurl against his. He tightens his hold on her hand. "Sounds like he was some kind of poet. Sounds like she was really beautiful too," Noah says, and he means that in many ways. How strong she was, that she played the piano. "Do you feel a connection to her when you play sometimes? I like even when you were a baby you loved the sound of the music."

Noah loves it could calm her, it could reach her. Music has always reached him too. When they first met, they clashed a lot of the time, and then they learned how alike they were, how they connected, how they shared the connection to music.

"She sounds like an incredible mother too who loved you a lot."

It always makes his chest ache to think she had to lose her so soon.

They were both of those things; a poet and beautiful.

She has pictures of them. There's a locket that her uncle gave Sarah for her sixteenth birthday. It belonged to her mother once. On one side of the locket, there's a picture of the entire family. Her uncle and her mother with their parents. "Of course I do," she says with a smile, and it widens when she turns to him. It doesn't surprise her one bit Noah would catch on to that. "It's part of why I learned to play. It was my way of being close to her, I think. I learned all her favorite songs."

And it would be very, very soothing to her. It still is, which is why she loves to hear him play, and she loves to hear him sing. She can fall asleep to that voice of his no matter what. She breathes in quietly against his chest.

"It sounds like you were loved a lot, too. I love knowing that."

That it wasn't perfect, and there was a lot of pain - but he was loved.

Noah meets her gaze as she turns to look at him, and the smile on his face widen as bit too with an ache through his chest at the thought that is why she learned how to play. "You're gonna have to play me all her favorites including the one she played for you that helped calm you during the storm," he says with a tiny smile, and then he could hear it and play it for her whenever times get rough. It wouldn't be the same (and shouldn't be as it is her mother's), but he would like to if it would help.

All the same, he plays for her and sings for her. He doesn't do it for anyone else really. It's not the kind of growth he's had yet where he could. He looks up at her, meeting her gaze as she breathes in quietly against his chest.

"I was. I really was, and it wasn't easy or anything." It's quiet, low admittance, and then comes another one that he doesn't talk about because he doesn't like thinking of that version of himself. He swallows, and it is sharp. "I was really, really sick. All the time."

That's probably putting it mildly.

"I will play them all," Sarah promises.

If he has it in himself to play for her, when she knows what an intensely personal thing it is, and that he's never done it in front of people before, then Sarah can do the same. Music's always had a special place in her heart, but that became even more true when they discovered they had it in common. It was one of the ways in which they were able to grow closer, getting past the false assumptions they had about each other. It helped them connect even more.

Her eyes burn, biting her lip to keep from asking outright the things she wants to ask. She doesn't know if it's just going to bring back bad memories, or if it isn't something he wants to discuss in detail. But her heart hurts just thinking about it. Her fingers tighten around his.

"It all changed when you became an angel, didn't it?"

Noah smiles. It's a genuine thing born from the fact she'd play them all for him without hesitation. He'll listen to them, learn how to replicate them in his own style but with the same basic melody, the same basic sound. Then he can play them for her to comfort her so she can listen to them and connect to the sound. Music is very important to them both, and he loves it is a way they were able to connect through all the rest.

It's made it even more special to him.

He stares down before he lifts his gaze enough to see her eyes burning like they are, and he feels how her fingers tighten around his. Noah nods, swallowing thickly.

"Yeah. They didn't know if I'd survive it." Becoming an angel. "But hell they didn't think I"d make it to three or seven or twelve."

And he did all those fucking things, but he got very used to people looking at him with pity, looking at him like he was death walking and it'd be the last time they saw him, tied up to machines.

Sarah's always felt for Noah.

Even when they were at each other's throats, the anger that he was able to evoke in her was full. She never pitied him, though. It isn't an emotion she'd ever associate with him, and it isn't present now, as he tells her about his childhood. It sheds more light on why he'd guard himself so fiercely. For so long, he couldn't. For so long, others preyed on the fact he was sicker and weaker.

She does know about Noah's days of being bullied.

Silence falls, and it remains there for a considerable amount of time, before she thinks to speak up. "You're wrong about one thing."

The others? They were wrong about Noah not making it. They were wrong about his not living to see his third birthday, or his seventh, or his eleventh. But Noah is also wrong about something, too. "Loving you is really easy." And she bets that was true, however sick he was.

No, she has never pitied him.

Pity is the emotion he cannot stand. Noah would rather have people trying to bully him, which brings out the anger like a sharp flame... than he would have that pity. The pity disgusts him. It enrages him more than anything else. He is not-- It's why he guards himself so fiercely, yes. The bullying is why he is cynical toward the world, why he hates most people on principle.

He lets out a breath when the silence falls, and he remains in it in the quiet, in the ache through his chest.

Noah lifts up his gaze again to meet her own when she speaks, and he meets her gaze. There's an ache that spreads through his chest when she says loving him is easy, and he breathes in sharp, nearly shakes his head, but doesn't. Because he thinks he can believe it when it comes from her.

His eyes burn, and he lifts his hand up against her face, leaning into kiss her, capturing her mouth with his own as he deepens the kiss against her. He presses her back in the process with the strength of it as his hand slides up her side.

"I love you."

It's said as a whispered promise against her mouth, as a certainty.

The kiss is one that lasts.

She could kiss Noah for hours and hours, and sometimes she does. Her lips are almost swollen with the intensity of it when she pulls back, but her expression is as gentle as it ever gets. It's a promise of its own. All of her promises go to Noah.

"I love you, too."

She never would've thought those words could come so freely. She may have never thought of love as a weakness or a weapon, but she knows plenty of other people do, and that makes it dangerous. It isn't that she's changed her way of thinking; it's more that she's willing to take the risk with Noah, even if that means she has more to lose. She leans forward to kiss the corner of his mouth once more, but there's a tiny smirk on her mouth.

"Who would've guessed, right?" Considering how they were genuinely at each other's throats for so long.

Noah stares at her face, catching the gentleness in her expression as well as the promise in it, and he breathes in deep, releasing it again as she gives him those words back. He knows how long it has taken for her to learn that love can be given freely.

He knows that she's seen it as dangerous before, which is why he holds on tightly to those words when she gives them. His lips brush against her own, and it's a soft kiss before he leans into the kiss at the corner of his mouth. Then he smiles. It's half a smile and half a smirk, and he catches her gaze again as his hand slides to her waist.

"You mean we didn't hit it off from the start with a bunch of sunshine and rainbows?"

There's a light but fond smirk. "I thought it was really sexy."

Her anger.

That's news to her. Kind of.

Their fighting did always lead to a lot of tension, some of which could be sexual, but she didn't know it's how he felt from the near start, too. "Did you now?" she asks with a smug and self-satisfied expression on her face. Sarah turns them so she's sprawled on top of him on the couch, that telltale little smirk still playing on her lips. "I thought all it did was piss you off."

He was always infuriated by her whenever she poked at those sore spots, and to be fair, it was the reaction she'd always gun for.

Noah's anger has always been a source of attraction to her, too. She's drawn to his intensity, and she had been even then.

Which only served to piss herself off.

"You don't have to look so smug about it," Noah says with a smirk even if her smugness is attractive too, and he turns, leaning back on the couch before he lifts his gaze to meet her own. He shakes his head with a tiny smirk on his face, which widens further across it. "Oh, you definitely pissed me off. Plenty. It was just also really sexy. I loved seeing that side of you, loved bringing it out too."

He really, really liked it a lot.

"It was real and intense and fiery."

And he loved it.

"I can look however I want to about it!" Sarah says, making an exaggerated face that's supposed to be contrary. It's hard to maintain it when he looks the way he does. She laughs freely, and without any sort of contrition, when he admits she pissed him off plenty. Good, is what she thinks. It's only fair, considering how he got under her skin. "No one brought that side out of me as well as you did. Do."

Not even Faye Chamberlain.

Going down on memory lane inevitably leads Sarah to think of the elephant in the room, the name that's rarely uttered between them.

Perhaps it's the honesty that they have already afforded each other, the vulnerability of the evening, or just how much they've grown to love each other, but Sarah doesn't sidestep this, either. She looks up at him, almost thoughtful. "Do you think Seth would understand?"

Noah smirks at the exaggerated face she makes. It's a cute, contrary face, okay? He likes it, and he stares at her. The smirk slips into a smile at the sound of her laughter though, shifting on the couch until he pulls her up further against him in the process. He leans back against the couch cushions before he laughs. It's a pleased, proud, little sound. "Good. I'm really pleased about it, okay? People'd always call you Ice Queen, but I always got to see the fire."

She's still a Queen though. No matter what.

There's a pause before she even asks the question like he can tell something more is coming, something beyond the vulnerability and sharing they just did with each other.

This is their home. This is where they can feel safe to do so with one another, but there is that name rarely uttered between them. His jaw locks a bit before he tilts his head to the side, and he shakes it, always honest and direct with her. "No. I don't think so. He really hates me. Doesn't trust me. Guess I can't blame him. If he was here, he'd... yeah. I dunno though you really got him to lay up on the fighting. How'd you do that?"

Maybe she was close enough or had enough of an effect on him that... something.

He will always get her fire. And Sarah is very comfy laying on top of him, ftr.

She has no intentions of moving anytime soon, and once he's pulled her up further against him, she snatches up the blanket that's close by to cover the both of them. She burrows further in, and grows quiet at the answer. She would want him to be honest, no matter what. It's something she's always treasured in Noah. Plenty of people will lie for their own reasons - plenty of them have lied to her - but he's always been truthful. Whatever he says, good and bad, she knows she can trust. Even when it hurts.

Biting her lip, she nods against his chest in understanding.

It was too much to hope for, and she gets that. Seth isn't here, but she'll have to learn to live with that either way.

At his question, she lifts her head back up, her gaze lowering in thought as she remembers that day. "I didn't do anything big. Not really. I was just really worried, and asked him to promise me not to fight you anymore."

Noah smiles softly at her as she snatches up the blanket to cover the both of them, and he shifts further as she burrows against him. His hand presses against her back as he presses a kiss against the top of her head, closing his eyes there. His hand slides up her back further, and he tightens his hold on her as he senses how quiet she grows at the answer. His fingertips press against her back gently. It's not a truth he would want to give, but it's the only truth he has.

He doesn't think Seth would understand. There'd be hate. There's be anger. There'd be... a lot of pain too.

Noah lowers her gaze to look at her, and he lifts his hand up to frame her face gently, shaking his head.

"I think you underestimate the effect you can have on people. It's obvious you mean a lot to him so I don't know. Maybe eventually he'd be able to let go of that anger if he found out.. at least when it comes to you. You could reach him like you did that day. I meant to keep my promise as long as you did."

And he had kept his promise too, it's funny they were making promises to each other even when they pissed each other off so much.

Sarah leans into the warmth of his palm, closing her eyes against his skin.

There is affection written all over her face, even if there's sadness, too. She's moved away from feeling guilty about it - she just can't feel guilty anymore about something that makes her so happy - but she also knows that choices have consequences.

And deciding that they've had enough serious talk for one evening, she opens her eyes and arches a brow up.

"Yeah? I thought the blow job I gave you might've had something to do with it."

Noah slides his palm further over the side of her face, breathing in as she closes her eyes against his skin like that. He watches her face, seeing the affection written all over her face along with the sadness. It makes his chest ache though he is so grateful she no longer feels guilty for it.

She shouldn't. They shouldn't.

He snorts laughter lightly, leaning back at what she says.

"That was definitely the icing on the promise cake," he says with a smirk since yes ,when the narration said that last night, it was straight from him. "Delicious icing."

Sarah laughs out loud.

Her eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement, angling her head upward to regard him with affection. Thoughts of Seth, and their home world in general, are placed aside. It's easy to do that when it all feels so far away from them.

"A promise cake. What does a promise cake taste like?"

And how, pray tell, does it differ from other cakes? She has to know now.

Noah smiles at the sound of her laughter, taking in the sight of her expression. There's something so beautiful about the way her eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement, and he stares at her with open and intense affection of his own.

He doesn't have a bit of sass in him for once, but that is a side of him that really only comes out with her.

"It depends on the promise. Ranges from tasting okay to good to terrible. Like I said, that promise cake had that delicious icing on top..."

There's a tiny smirk on his face as he leans over in her direction with the look in the icon on his face (that Exact look, okay?).

Oh, she knows that look.

She's seen him wear it countless of times, and despite this fact, Sarah is as susceptible to it as the first time she saw it on his face. Her index finger rests underneath his chin, tipping his head slightly upward so that she can place an idle kiss on his mouth.

"Now I want cake, and it's all your fault."

Do they have cake? They should have cake. Cake at midnight is totally acceptable, right?

Noah licks his lips as her index finger rests underneath his chin, and he smirks against the idle kiss she places on his mouth before he leans forward, kissing her back, chasing after her and her kisses as he breathes her in. His hand slides up against the side of her body.

He grips tight hold of her.

"I fully take the blame," he says with a smirk before he kisses her again and then unfolds himself from her only to grab the cake (that they totally have with icing). It's one slice for them to share. Usually, Noah doesn't like to share his food but this is an exception.

He likes to watch her lick the icing off her lips .

Sarah groans reluctantly the instant he gets off of the couch, never mind that she is the one that has demanded cake. She really does want cake. But she also really wanted the kissing. It's a very conflicting emotion. Her life is clearly the hardest.

The groan eventually fades off, Sarah shifting on the couch to rest on her side, smiling to herself as she watches him go.

She hugs one of the cushions to her chest, her smile deepening against it.

"I want it today, you know," she calls out after him. Just to be a little shit. Chop, chop.

Noah cuts the slice of cake as she calls out after him, and he lifts an eyebrow with a little-shit smirk of his own. When he turns to walk back to her, he stops before he gets to the couch, standing out of reach though he knows she could do her magic-thing and get it to her one way or another.

"Oh, did you? Here I was going to wait until yesterday to finally make it back to the couch with the cake."

He's very much a little shit too, which means now he is walking as slow as he's ever walked in his life to get back to the couch.

With that little shit smile on his face all the while.

Two can play at this game, sir.

Sarah knows exactly what he's doing by slowing down. In return, she shifts and stretches out in place on the couch until there is no room for him. She is just trying to take up as much space as possible, her arms stretched out above her head like hey, 'sup.

"Wouldn't tomorrow make more sense? Or do you have a time travel machine you haven't told me about?"

Noah lifts up his eyebrows at her when she shifts and stretches out in place on the couch. He bites down on his lip, staring down at her. Damn her for being so damn sexy too while she shifts and stretches out on those cushions like that, and he breathes in sharply as her arms stretch out above her head like that.

"That's how slow I'd be travelling. I'd be travelling so slow, I'd go back in time."

He's standing right in front of the couch now, lifting up the fork to stick it into the cake and lift up the piece before he leans down closer to her with the fork and cake in his hands.

"...hi."

"Hi."

The word is murmured softly, and not without affection. Her grin stretches wider and wider the more he leans down toward her, and just when he's close enough to reach, she does. Her hands lift to cradle his face in between her palms, and she tugs him toward her until their lips are meeting.

She doesn't forget there is cake - she could never forget there is cake - which is why she does eventually straighten in place, making more room for him. "If you could go back in time, to any point in time, where would it be?"

Snatching the fork now to grab some of that cake, tyvm.

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Noah smiles at her soft, affectionate murmur, and he stares at the grin on her face as it stretches wider. It's a beautiful sight. She is a very beautiful sight, and he leans in as she tugs him in, kissing her deeply as their mouths meet. His hand slides up against the side of her body, breathing her in, kissing her harder.

His mouth parts, and he smiles softly, sliding down on to the couch with her, pulling her up on top of him simultaneously. He leans his head back with a smirk at the question. "If I go back in time, I'm allowed to come right back here to this moment, right? Cause fuck the past otherwise..."

This is his favorite part of all times, okay?

Sarah fakes a sound of protest as he hauls her up on top of him.

It doesn't last, seeing as she finds herself very comfortably on his lap. She leans against his chest, fluffing him up like a pillow, before she looks over sideways at him with that tiny grin still in place. "Yes. I promise you would be allowed to come back right here to this moment," she says, her voice utterly solemn and trusting.

She takes a piece of the cake, before she breaks off another with the fork, lifting it up in offer to him.

While arching a brow. Expectantly. 'Cause she's waiting on her answer here.

Noah smirks at the sound of her fake protest, leaning into kiss the side of her neck in response. His mouth slides over the smooth skin there. His tongue darts out against her in answer, and his arm winds further around his waist as he holds her to his chest.

He smiles at the sight of that tiny grin on her face, and then he nods, tilting his head slightly to the side with the fond smirk on his face. Noah stares at the cake because it looks delicious. "I think I'd like to see the dinosaurs actually," he says, and then there's a pause as he purses his lips. "When I was a kid, I used to love those things."

He could name them all. It is not cool or rebellious or jackass-y at all but he was not any of those things when he was a tiny, sickly child, okay?

Then he'll lean over, take a bite, glance at her as his mouth slides over the fork cause he is a hobag now. He picks up the fork from her to take a piece of the cake on to it, holding it out to her now in turn. "How about you?"

Noah.

Way to be entirely cute with your answer. The visual of a tiny!Noah playing with dinosaur toys melts her heart. Sarah would convey this reaction if it weren't for his mouth on her neck. She laughs hoarsely, tipping her head back until it rests against his shoulder; it slants further to the side to give his mouth more access. He is such a little shit, but he's her little shit, so. You know.

Sarah's gaze drifts slowly downward, watching him take that bite. Seriously, what a little shit.

Settling on his chest once more, she considers the question before she leans forward to get her own bite off of the cake. Except it's totally not as sexy as he just made it look. She's hungry for that cake, okay; the fork is her shovel. "Ancient Egypt." Because she's kind of totally a nerd. "When I was younger I really wanted to be an archaeologist slash adventurer." Like Lara Croft ok.

This is nothing he would ever answer for anyone else. It's the truth, but no one else gets to know the tiny, adorable memories of little him. To everyone else, there's just the jackass-ery, but for her? For her, it will always be different, and Noah smiles sideways at her as she laughs hoarsely like that. It's a beautiful sound. His arm slides further around her shoulders as he pulls her in against him, kissing along the side of her neck further and letting his fingertips walk up her arm as he smirks against her skin.

He is her little shit like she's his little beastie, and it's beautiful. It's them.

Noah smirks, all kinds of pleased with himself, when he sees how her gaze has drifted to his mouth, and his gaze darts up to catch her own with that hobag smirk on his face. He leans over to kiss her (look, there are many ways she can taste cake from her own bites and from his mouth tbqh). He lingers against her mouth, pulling back slow to smile at her. Hee. :')

His arm winds further around her, pulling her up against his chest as she takes a bite of her own cake. He is watching her mouth, and he smirks lightly as she eats it (it's sexy to him, okay?) even as she's hungry for the cake. "...really? That's adorable. You'd be better than Indiana Jones and Lara Croft combined. Sexier too."

Adorable is not the word she has in mind right now.

Sarah almost doesn't hear his answer, her eyes still drawn toward his mouth despite the fact he's pulled back. She closes her own mouth, aware she looks like a fish, and clears her throat. "Because you're not biased at all," she says finally. A tiny smirk tugs on her lips as she shifts against him. He isn't the only one that is different when they're alone.

She talks about things with him she couldn't dream saying to anyone else.

More cake, though. As she's chewing, she offers Noah another piece. "I think I would've loved it, though. Especially astroarchaeology? Anything to do with anthropology, I likely would've studied. You could take on the dinos, I'd take on the stars."

Sounds about right, no?

"I'm not. I see the truth," Noah says, but the smirk on his face widens because he knows her eyes were drawn to his mouth just now. He likes it when she stares at his mouth. It brings up that awareness inside of him from a deep, deep spot inside of him like some kind of fire which is part of him, which only comes out when she is near him.

His gaze drifts to her mouth too as he takes another bite of the cake when she offers it out to him, and he licks his lips because it's delicious.

"I can picture you loving it intensely like I would've loved taking on the dinos, and you, little moon, would have answered the mysteries behind the stars," he says as his fingertips drift lovingly through her hair, and then he moves as his gaze is still affixed to her mouth. His hand drags down the back of her body as he pulls her to him, and he leans in, capturing her mouth with his own and deepening the kiss against her mouth.

Noah sets the cake aside, because it's not the cake he's hungry for anymore. It's her, and this is exactly where he belongs here with her as he presses her back against the couch. His hand drags up her side and over her breast, claiming her.

Always, always claiming her.

There was so much sex, tho.

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