daddy's girl

“Yeah? You dont think I can catch you?” He teased. He smirked and looked at her, she was his best friend, but she never ceased to put him in some scenario to get them physically closer together. He stood and chuckled. “I’ll give you a three second head start” he paused “Three. Two. One!” He laughed as he ran after her

And she’s off, running away, just out of his grasp the entire time. She can’t very well let him catch her in the beginning, can she? “Are you sure you should’ve given me a head start at all?” Rosie taunts him, a soft squeal in her throat echoing through the small confines of the apartment she lives in - one with Ryze as a permanent fixture since he’s always visiting in one form or another.

He squeezed her tighter feeling the chill that ran down his spine. It felt good, like the kind you get stepping out on a brisk autumn day. It curled his lips into a smile as he buried his nose in her hair and sighed. “Thank god. All this…awkwardness was eating at me. I could’ve held out as long as you needed, but I’m glad it’s over. I missed you, Rosie,” One hand staying at her side, the other slips under her chin as he leans back and lifts to bring her eyes level with his. “And I forgive you, my sweet girl. I always will,” Dipping, he feels the weight of uncertainty lift. She’s forgiven him and now he brushes his lips against hers. It only lasts a second, but the pause between stretches for an eternity. She could reject it. She could draw a line, bold and final, excluding anything outside the realm of platonic and that’d be fine with him. It’d be hard sometimes, sure, but he’d find outlets for it. He’d get over it. But he needed that closure, that last kiss on those luscious pink lips, to do it.

His affirmation is all she needs, a weight of extensive tension releasing from her slender shoulders. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, eyes raising when he guides her chin upward, encouraging her to meet his gaze. Rosie understands, more than she ever has in her entire life, what unconditional love should feel like. She’d had it from him from the moment he walked into her life and embedded himself so deeply, no amount of attempting to remove him would be able to do so. She didn’t want to. Rosie breathes unsteadily, however, at the flare of desire igniting in her abdomen with the soft brush of his lips against hers. They haven’t been intimate since... Rosie missed him, like she was missing an actual, working limb. Before he can pull away, she’s leaning forward, claiming the curve of his mouth in a deeper kiss, her tiny fingers darting forward to find purchase around the side of his neck. Her touch is soft, delicate as she holds him, a brief flicker of her tongue like a kitten testing the temperature of her milk passes over his lower lip.

“Stop apologizing,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head. His fingers massage her side lightly. He’s missed having her so close he could smell the quiet perfume of her shampoo. “It wasn’t fair to keep you in the dark, so I’m sorry too. I’ll forgive you if you forgive me?” He hoped she’d agree. He needed her to. Now. Later. Whenever. He just needed to know, really know where they stood. He was truthful when he said he’d always love her, but he needed to know if loving her meant letting her go. As painful as it’d be, Chris would do his best to. The way she curled into him gave him another pulse of hope though.

His kiss lingers, warmth spreading through her limbs as she settles upon his lap and allows herself the luxury of sinking against him. Too long she’s let herself avoid his comfort, if only because she was too stubborn, too aware of her own cowardice over how she’d acted towards him. Nodding quickly, golden tresses spilling over her shoulder with the quick, jerky action, she buries her face against his neck - incapable of meeting his gaze. “I forgive you,” she murmurs quietly, voice not quite inaudible, but muffled by the warm skin of his neck against her plush lips.