Tastes like the Sun

I sighed, biting my lip. A gentle hum floated into my ear, and I closed my eyes. "I'm confused." I murmur after a while.

"Why are you confused, li'l darlin'?" Came that Southern drawl. The warmth of his body was the only thing keeping me from freaking out right now.

"Don't you hate me? Don't I hate you?" I answered. I felt his shoulders shift in a shrugging motion.

"I don't know 'bout you, but I don't hate you." He replied. His fingers were entangled in my hair, while my arms stayed hung around his neck.

"I, um, I…" I bit my lip again, but took my teeth away so to finish my sentence. "I don't hate you. I just… A few weeks ago, I wanted to kill you. Now, I hate being away from you." I sighed with a mixture of agitation, confusion and content. "I just don't get it."

His fingers left my hair and went to my chin, lifting my head up so I could see his face and so he could see mine. "Sometimes I think the same thin', and yeah, I find it confusin'. But I don't really care." His lips cracked into a smile, and I stared into his eyes, or rather, eye-sockets. They used to repulse me. They don't anymore. There's almost something about them, something odd, which makes me think they're beautiful.

"And what if the others find out? Skulduggery and people?" I pondered. "He might try and do something to you." Knowing Skulduggery, he probably would. Something terrible. He would probably take it the wrong way; think Sanguine had been, like, taking advantage of me, or something.

"Let 'em think what they want." The Texan said. "But they won't find us."

"They will. We're detectives."

"Even if it did cross their minds, Val, they wouldn't believe it."

"And what if I'm put in a situation where I have to kill you?"

"I'll try not to be naughty. Stop worryin', li'l darlin'."

I sighed once again.

"You do a lot of wistful sighin', y'know."

I laughed quietly, my head still tilted up, kept there by his fingers. I reached up on my toes until my head was level with his, and pressed my lips again his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me up with his strength, my arms still hanging around his neck. His lips never lost their taste. I can't describe the taste, but his lips remind me of, well, sappy though it sounds, sun. Warmth and sun… And something else I can't quite make out.

I worked my lips on his as his thumb stroked the back of my neck. If someone did find out… Well, they would definitely be shocked. Maybe angry. Though ultimately she agreed with her Texan on this one; she simply didn't care. Sometimes she worried, but when it came down to it all, as long as he's there, then she didn't care.

I pulled back ever-so-slightly, just enough to stop the kiss, and smiled. I nuzzled my head in his neck as I heard him chuckle, and close my eyes again.

"I love you, Billy-Ray Sanguine."

"I love you too, Valkyrie Cain."

There we go then. Nice Valguine-yness. Not particularly well-written, but I like it all the same. At the moment it's a one-shot, but I might think of turning it into drabbles, or adding an extra chapter or two. Should I turn them into drabbles/add more chapters?

I know it's an odd pairing, but this scene would be set after they had somehow built up feelings for each other. I might write a proper Valguine story, one day.

One day.

Falling x :)

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