( the loss of touch is disappointing, earning a fleeting moment of a frown before his hand shifts to take hers; the frown quickly reverses at the fervent squeeze that accompanies the gesture, and her smile only sweetens with his reassurance.
it's not defined, this thing between them, or categorized. they're still just two people finding comfort in the other, two people who come together for a mutual need, but there's something more to it too. something more sincere, more genuine — they've shared things together that kimberly had never quite expected to share with someone here. her ranger history, his los angeles checkered past, their fears and worries for those they've left behind — all whispered out in the dark, curled up together with her head resting on his chest, his hands carefully carding through her hair. it had felt... intimate, for lack of a better word, in a way that she'd never really experienced before.
kimberly's shaken from her thoughts by his sudden suggestion and the tug of his hand in hers as he pulls her along towards the balloon; it takes her a moment to realize what he's said, but she's glad to follow him down the path until they approach.
the sight of everything takes her a bit by surprise at first. the balloon itself is massive, much bigger than she'd expected even from the parking lot, and while she's neither worried about the basket's capability to hold their weight or their own respective abilities to handle a fall if one were to happen, it's still a little intimidating to climb inside. )
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( the loss of touch is disappointing, earning a fleeting moment of a frown before his hand shifts to take hers; the frown quickly reverses at the fervent squeeze that accompanies the gesture, and her smile only sweetens with his reassurance.
it's not defined, this thing between them, or categorized. they're still just two people finding comfort in the other, two people who come together for a mutual need, but there's something more to it too. something more sincere, more genuine — they've shared things together that kimberly had never quite expected to share with someone here. her ranger history, his los angeles checkered past, their fears and worries for those they've left behind — all whispered out in the dark, curled up together with her head resting on his chest, his hands carefully carding through her hair. it had felt... intimate, for lack of a better word, in a way that she'd never really experienced before.
kimberly's shaken from her thoughts by his sudden suggestion and the tug of his hand in hers as he pulls her along towards the balloon; it takes her a moment to realize what he's said, but she's glad to follow him down the path until they approach.
the sight of everything takes her a bit by surprise at first. the balloon itself is massive, much bigger than she'd expected even from the parking lot, and while she's neither worried about the basket's capability to hold their weight or their own respective abilities to handle a fall if one were to happen, it's still a little intimidating to climb inside. )
Have you ever been in one of these before?