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TDIR: To Have And To Hold
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Owen/Guinevere
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: He'd never known anything like it before. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
She was shaking. If he hadn't been holding her, he wouldn't have known, but he was holding her -- holding her close enough to smell her skin, the scent of her hair -- and he knew. The anger boiled up inside Owen again, that Caradog Prichard had -- he pushed it back again, holding her a little closer. "It's alright," he said, awkwardly, not used to being comforting. He found he couldn't focus on what he was saying, not with her in his arms, so close to him. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, trying to stop himself from doing something he'd regret, trying to keep himself from going against rules he'd never had trouble keeping to before.
She looked up at him, her eyes sad and soft, and he couldn't keep from kissing her, his hand skimming up over her back.
"Gwen," he said, softly, awkwardly, his heart hammering -- he'd never, he knew, been in love before, if this was what it was like.
She touched his face, softly, almost regretfully. "I'm alright, Owen," she said, and he knew he should pull away, but it was impossible to do that, impossible to keep from kissing her just one more time, first.
Pairing: Owen/Guinevere
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: He'd never known anything like it before. For
over_look.She was shaking. If he hadn't been holding her, he wouldn't have known, but he was holding her -- holding her close enough to smell her skin, the scent of her hair -- and he knew. The anger boiled up inside Owen again, that Caradog Prichard had -- he pushed it back again, holding her a little closer. "It's alright," he said, awkwardly, not used to being comforting. He found he couldn't focus on what he was saying, not with her in his arms, so close to him. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, trying to stop himself from doing something he'd regret, trying to keep himself from going against rules he'd never had trouble keeping to before.
She looked up at him, her eyes sad and soft, and he couldn't keep from kissing her, his hand skimming up over her back.
"Gwen," he said, softly, awkwardly, his heart hammering -- he'd never, he knew, been in love before, if this was what it was like.
She touched his face, softly, almost regretfully. "I'm alright, Owen," she said, and he knew he should pull away, but it was impossible to do that, impossible to keep from kissing her just one more time, first.