Vesper felt him tug at her hand, watched his confused expressions, and walked a while in the awkward silence, her weariness just telling her to rest, the rest of her mind pushing her forward to the promise of that eventual action. When he spoke, she stopped with him, finding his hand wouldn't come with her. She looked into his eyes, stepping forward as he spoke. Her mouth opened for protest...that wasn't what she wanted, just one night with him, and why couldn't he see that she hadn't meant those things in the bar? But her mouth closed as she realized that he was simply and utterly as confused as she was, and in that moment, her confusion dropped away. Her fingers slid and loosened, dropping the gelding's reins, and she reached her now empty hand to his cheek. She did not know how to express in words the moment of understanding she had just come upon, so instead she held his face, gazed into his eyes, then kissed him. |