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His eyes hold me. I couldn't look away if I wanted to. There's so much desperation in them. Even after all the kisses, I can't seem to make him stop trembling, once it stops, it starts again. The strangled sobs are almost too much for me, but I keep talking, wanting to find someway to help him. He looks torn between one hell and another. I don't know if he thinks he'll disappoint me if he can't do this, or if he doesn't want to let his tormentors win, but it's either that or letting it all go and trusting me, and he is ripping himself apart struggling between the two.
My hands are still on him, my body pressed the length of his. Cradling him, touching as much as I can. I'm here. All yours, right here. Just want to protect you. He starts to whisper and then he's crying, sobbing, breaking. I can feel how much it hurts him and I press closer, enveloping him. It's a few moments that his body shakes with sobs and he fights with the bonds but then he stops as if a light has suddenly turned on. When he looks me straight in the eye and doesn't blink, just lets me see the tears, I know he's there, he made it. My fingers blindly undo his bonds and wrap his body around mine.
Lovingly, I kiss the tears from his face before his hands can wipe them away now that he's free. He earned these tears. His eyes are wide, honest and fully open to me. He lets me see that pain that's been there so long, and that happiness I know he holds onto so dearly now that we're together. "So good. So beautiful. My Wes. I knew you could do it," I murmur along other little words of comfort as my hand strokes up and down his back. "Thank you," I whisper, so softly I'm not sure I even said it out loud. "Yours." I kiss him again, this time soft and sweet and so slow.
His eyes hold me. I couldn't look away if I wanted to. There's so much desperation in them. Even after all the kisses, I can't seem to make him stop trembling, once it stops, it starts again. The strangled sobs are almost too much for me, but I keep talking, wanting to find someway to help him. He looks torn between one hell and another. I don't know if he thinks he'll disappoint me if he can't do this, or if he doesn't want to let his tormentors win, but it's either that or letting it all go and trusting me, and he is ripping himself apart struggling between the two.
My hands are still on him, my body pressed the length of his. Cradling him, touching as much as I can. I'm here. All yours, right here. Just want to protect you. He starts to whisper and then he's crying, sobbing, breaking. I can feel how much it hurts him and I press closer, enveloping him. It's a few moments that his body shakes with sobs and he fights with the bonds but then he stops as if a light has suddenly turned on. When he looks me straight in the eye and doesn't blink, just lets me see the tears, I know he's there, he made it. My fingers blindly undo his bonds and wrap his body around mine.
Lovingly, I kiss the tears from his face before his hands can wipe them away now that he's free. He earned these tears. His eyes are wide, honest and fully open to me. He lets me see that pain that's been there so long, and that happiness I know he holds onto so dearly now that we're together. "So good. So beautiful. My Wes. I knew you could do it," I murmur along other little words of comfort as my hand strokes up and down his back. "Thank you," I whisper, so softly I'm not sure I even said it out loud. "Yours." I kiss him again, this time soft and sweet and so slow.