She likes to stay in the most broken down of places. Jack thinks it’s because it matches her mood, but he doesn’t like to think about that. She’s not broken to him, she’s perfect, like an angel in dirty clothes that never seem to get clean anymore. That’s one of the reasons he likes to undress her. She’s so flawless underneath.
Cobwebs fascinate her like nothing else. Sometimes, after sex, her mind gets dark and she talks about spinning webs and eating things alive. Jack is certain she’d make the most beautiful web, frail threads that glisten in the sun. It’s not what she wants to hear, but it’s how he sees her. It’s how he sees them. Exquisite and fleeting, just like life.
She likes to feel the wind in her hair. The top is always down on the convertible, and she puts her arms out like wings, like maybe she could take off and fly. She laughs, her head thrown back, and he loves her more than ever in those moments. Just a girl with an impossible dream. As long as she dreams, she hasn’t given up; on herself, on him, on the world. As long as she dreams, she hopes and as long as she hopes, she breathes; in laughs and sighs and moans and words that never ever mean what she says.
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Jack/Claire, road trips and old motels, PG
Date: 2010-04-18 07:12 pm (UTC)Cobwebs fascinate her like nothing else. Sometimes, after sex, her mind gets dark and she talks about spinning webs and eating things alive. Jack is certain she’d make the most beautiful web, frail threads that glisten in the sun. It’s not what she wants to hear, but it’s how he sees her. It’s how he sees them. Exquisite and fleeting, just like life.
She likes to feel the wind in her hair. The top is always down on the convertible, and she puts her arms out like wings, like maybe she could take off and fly. She laughs, her head thrown back, and he loves her more than ever in those moments. Just a girl with an impossible dream. As long as she dreams, she hasn’t given up; on herself, on him, on the world. As long as she dreams, she hopes and as long as she hopes, she breathes; in laughs and sighs and moans and words that never ever mean what she says.