A new beginning or a bad mistake(Kiara)

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Xander's arms slipped under Renn, carrying her with ease. Gently, oh, ever so gently, he set her down while he rummaged through her bag. He had a dissatisfied look on his face as he stood again, pulling Renn up with him. It was so nice just to let someone take care of Renn. But why was it that she, the supposed strong and reasonable one, against Xander's temper, was always the one breaking down? And Xander always consoled her? Maybe she had weaknesses beyond anyone's imagining. Or maybe, just maybe, she was just a crybaby. Either way, he handled her like a child, like a newborn even. It made her secretly smile inside, filling a bit of the hole in her chest. Warmth pulsated through her body as his strong arms carried her. Through Renn's blurred vision, she could see the faces of startled fellow careers. She wished that they would all go away, mind their own business, and leave Renn to believe there was a world somewhere in existence where her and Xander could be alone. Nothing would please her more.

Renn hadn't really payed attention to where she was going. She'd forced herself to hold onto Xander, wrapping her arms around his neck, as he carried her to lessen her load. Xander seemed to have no trouble though. Slowly, her vision cleared, and she was brought back to life by the sense of Xander's closeness. Still, a dense cloud of fog hung over her, disabling her from making her thought process clear. Somehow, they'd gotten to a restaurant, she noticed, as Xander slipped her into a booth. Renn's eyes counted the tiny dots that were on the diner table. Xander had gone somewhere, but she still felt his presence close by. She could feel the magnetism between them. He came back and she heard the rattling of a bag. He tried to carry her like he had before, one hand under her knees, the other at her back, but the bag in his hands would make it difficult. Renn thought she was well enough to walk at least, as long as he was leading her. So, she moved his hands from their positions and set one of them around her waist, the other at the small of her back, so Xander was still supporting her weight mostly. She felt the need to move on her own, but Xander wouldn't allow it.

As the familiar scent of their apartment filled Renn's nose, she felt Xander's hands leave her. For a moment, she felt for them, seeking refuge in their huge warmth, but they were soon at her back again, leading her into the apartment. The main room was a kitchen/living room/dining room space. The walls had little dust bunnies on them, but they were painted a pale yellow, almost a cream color. It was little things like this that Renn noticed to keep her mind off the bigger things that were happening. Xander set her down in a seat at the kitchen bar. Her hands ran across the smooth surface of the counter top. It was exactly like her's at home. A cheap laminate, tainted to the color of an overly expensive marble counter top. The cabinets were a deep wood, also laminate, but more realistic then the counters. Few people, even in District 1 could afford the rich woods of District 7. Renn gazed around the room, looking everywhere but at Xander. She had to save the best for last. As her eyes met his, it was only a second before he was leaning across the counter and kissing her. Quickly though, Xander pulled back. Was he afraid of hurting her?

But something else was in his eyes, something Renn recognized as guilt. She'd seen his expression just this morning, and it burned into her heart like a violent flame. His pain hurt her more than her own did. She took his hands, or rather slid her's into his, as his were much larger and Renn's fit securely inside his palms. She slipped them out, running her fingers across the calloused skin of his hands. Renn put one of his hands between two of her's. With the hand on top of his, she stroked his skin gently, and with the hand on the bottom, she held it off the counter. It looked too ordinary there. Xander's hands were far from ordinary, covered in battle scars. His skin stretched against his knuckles more then Renn's did. And, they were escape just as much as his lips. These hands, had held Renn through thick and thin. She remembered very clearly the first time he held her hand. Renn remembered almost pulling away in disgust, but then became used to the feeling, enjoyed it even. Now, she couldn't even imagine living without them.

Xander's eyes watched her hands trace his, until she had every portion of his hand memorized. Then, she moved to the other one, taking her time as she stroked his palms. With the hand she'd already been holding, she brought it up to her face, trying to position it exactly how Xander would. She was acting like a curious child, but she wanted to be innocent. Like nothing that happened maybe a half an hour ago was real. Her eyes drifted close, enjoying the feeling of his skin on her's more than anything. She put her own hand against Xander's cheek, carefully tracing each bone structure from the bones in his forehead to his jawline. Renn memorized those too. Then, she let her hand slip to his neck. She stood, a little wobbly at first, but she righted herself quickly. He was pouring all the life back into her. Renn sat down in Xander's lap, keeping his hand secured to her face. She pulled on his neck until his lips met hers. A river of love and desire, and concern rushed into Renn so fast that she gasped against Xander's lips. He had so much power over her emotions, over her actions, but she felt so safe. She held his hand to her face so he couldn't move it. She loved when it was placed precisely where it was.

Renn moved further into Xander, almost pushing him off the chair as her starting gentle kiss turned into something more. Her tongue traced the lines of his lips, memorizing those too. She took her hand from Xander's on her face and pressed it into his chest. Renn felt the speeding heartbeat and memorized it. She felt the fullness of his chest, taking a moment to memorize that too. She moved her hands all over him. Her hands even slipped under the back of his shirt so she could feel his bare skin. Still positioned in his lap, she pulled away, telling herself she was getting too carried away. Blush arose to her cheeks, even though she had nothing to be ashamed of. She curled up in his lap, hugging his chest and positioning her ear right above his heart. His entire body fascinated her, and she wished to explore it further, but she stopped herself, her cheeks turning more pink at the thought.

Her stomach eyed the food on the table and it let out a low grumble. She didn't wish to detach herself from Xander though. She let herself get one last taste of his lips. [/size][/color]"Xander. I'm starving.[/b] The 'ing' in starving rung on Renn's lips for a moment as she contemplated on what she should say next. She felt the need to say more. "Hunger is a weird word. Sometimes, it means that your stomach is telling you to eat. But sometimes, when I'm with you, hunger is a irrelevant term. When I'm with you, I'm hungry all over. I think it's possible to have a hunger in your heart. A burning desire to be with someone. But my hunger is different. It's not a want, or a desire. It's a necessity. I need to be with you. I can feel it throughout my entire body. Every part of me is telling me to.. to love you. With every piece of myself. And maybe, one day, I'll be hungry enough to listen to it."[/b] Renn finished. She kissed Xander's chin once more, the hunger in her intensifying, both kinds. She reached for the bag on the table and began to spill out the contents. She felt Xander's eyes watching her the entire time.[/size]
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