And then she turns in his arms, first to just press her face to his chest and wrap her arms around him and say nothing.
Kate tilts her head back, looks at Piotr's face for a good while, looks for something in it she must find, because she pushes herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him, soft and deep and slow.
"I am scared." It's his language, not hers, as she breathes the words against his mouth. "For our child. For us. Of losing our child, of the world we're bringing him into. But I am not so scared as to not try, I don't think. If you will help me."
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Date: 2007-11-14 05:56 am (UTC)And then she turns in his arms, first to just press her face to his chest and wrap her arms around him and say nothing.
Kate tilts her head back, looks at Piotr's face for a good while, looks for something in it she must find, because she pushes herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him, soft and deep and slow.
"I am scared." It's his language, not hers, as she breathes the words against his mouth. "For our child. For us. Of losing our child, of the world we're bringing him into. But I am not so scared as to not try, I don't think. If you will help me."
She knows the answer to that already.