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[wuzzafuzzle]

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[godreallyhatesme]

[ Jake doesn't do physical contact a lot - neither comforting or just casual. After so many years of walking through battlefields with senses on edge just to make sure he gets to the other side with all limbs intact, he's too jumpy for it on a normal occasion. Hand shakes are brief, and other's patting his back or touching an arm are usually glared at as he edges away. But this kind of contact - the warmth of Alyss's body over his and the softness of her lips on his - is something else entirely. Like something he'd been starved for and hadn't realized it until the moment he was given it back. It's not only the physical contact, as well, it's this girl - Alyss.

Who just popped out of no where spouting something about Wonderland and whatever else - so convicted with it that he really wondered if there actually were portals in puddles or down rabbit holes. For the last month or so, she'd been his constant - wandering through infected zones with him, helping him help the BSAA at times, even when she very well could have gone off somewhere safe. There is no global saturation - only hot spots where Neo-Umbrella goes trying to test out a new product. She doesn't need to follow him, but she does. And he doesn't need to let her, but he does. Maybe this is why. Maybe, just maybe, he needs her more than he wants to say.

When she pulls away, Jake's a little wide-eyed, something a little like shock and something a little like a trance there, and he shakes his head only minutely, not moving far away from her. ] Don't be. [ Rushed out before he's really thinking of it, and there's more emotion in that whisper than he wanted. Too much of that need - for her, for the comfort she offers and the company and the constant that she is. He swallows, shoving that back, and a hand comes up to brush the back of his fingers against a cheek, a half-smile forming. ] It's okay.

[ It's small and something intimate, hushed between them in the middle of the night in the middle of a refugee camp, and that seems both ridiculous and so fitting at the same time. ] I don't want to either. [ And he's leaning up to capture her lips again, thumb brushing over a cheekbone ]

omg these are fucking novels

[ofwonderland]

[Alyss isn't physical, either. Her upbringing with the Liddells called for a certain wall to be placed between her and her family, a properness that must be maintained at all times. Victorian society was the same. How scandalous for a lady to be alone with a man, to share a tent with him even. How they'd fall apart at the mere thought. Beyond that, she is queen, and queens are friendly without overbearing. Warming without being physical.

She's only ever kissed Dodge, now that she thinks about it, and barely at that. Well, no. And Leopold.

Her face flushes bright red, but it's hardly noticeable in the darkness. This was a stupid decision, she doesn't know why she did it, she doesn't want Jake to send her away because he's familiar and she needs that right now and-

His fingers brush over her face, and she stills, eyes wide. Is that-] Are you smiling? [It's a very important question here, because Jake and smiling are not a usual thing that happens, and it's very nice, and is him touching her.

Her eyes flutter shut when he kisses her back, heart hammering in her chest. This is ridiculous. It's just a kiss, she tells herself, but it's nice and welcoming and wholly human.] Oh, good. [The words are mumbled against his lips before she kisses him again, harder.]