Far and Away [Hallie]

[Pax Ford]

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[Hallie Phearson]

She had gotten out of the infirmary roughly a week and a half prior to now, but her body and mind felt like it needed healing in the worst way. She had been determined to find Paxton after she had been released since he hadn't come back to her like she had thought, and hoped, he would've considering the odd and cold way he had left. The feelings that overwhelmed her heart made her ache when she first found out that Paxton had gone "missing". He had just gone to 'find himself' as men did, talk a walk, have some time to himself. He would be back.

He hadn't come back.

At least not for what was normal for the southern snake anthro, and thus his name had been added to the M.I.A. list that was kept in the center of town, which is where she found herself passing too often; her eyes magnetically finding the list whenever she was close to see if he had been crossed off. She wouldn't believe him to be dead, not Pax, not that easily. She bit her lip as she found her hand raking through her hair in frustration, her lean body arching as she moved into a graceful stretch and yawn as she blinked tiredly. The other thing about worrying about someone is also your ability to sleep apparently goes down as well; the beginnings of dark circles under her eyes telling of this.

"HALLIE!"

She was startled by the yell that was obviously of excitement since it was done way closer to her than she would've thought, her eyes widening and her heart racing as the hare-anthro woman made a racing entrance to the area she stood. The verbal exchange was brief, for as soon as Zora mentioned Pax's name and the infirmary, she was off. She didn't even know why she was pushing herself to run so fast, as he was not going anywhere, but she found her legs pumping as fast as she could run as she dodged through alleys and skidded around the last corner to find Pax walking away from the infirmary entrance. She took his form in, mostly to assure herself that he we real, and that this wasn't just all a weird hallucination brought on by lack of sleep.

Whether he heard her heavy breathing, smelled her scent on the wind, or just knew; he turned around to face her and the building anger and worry that she felt brought in her ever underlying love that she felt for him and her heart ached in her chest. She forced herself to control her breathing as her ears twitched when she heard him breathe her name. She had froze when he turned around, but slowly felt herself walking up towards him, her heart beginning that erratic, rapid pace she knew all too well as she found herself all but dashing forward the last few yards to jump up and throw her arms around his neck, her legs encircling his waist and her face pressing into his neck. She breathed him in, her light form clinging to him as she pressed her nose to his neck.

"Pax.." she managed to choke out.

[Pax Ford]

He wished he could read her face, wished with a sickening desperation that he could see what she was thinking as he turned to face her; part of him didn't want to look, didn't want to risk the anger he might find there. Had she been glad he was gone? Glad to never see his face again after what he had done? His smile sobered as his doubts threatened to consume him, and if dread hadn't deadened his legs he probably would've run. He couldn't face her, not after what he'd said. He was a fool and a coward and she must've realized that by now she was better off without his indecisive ass dragging her through the mud. She would look at him, and turn away. Turn her back on him just like he'd done to her.

His thoughts raced as quick as his pulse, so fast it was only a matter of seconds for his mind to be overwhelmed by the shadows of doubt. But then she moved, and in a few steps she had quelled his fears as her steps quickened; he stooped slightly, arms thrown wide to catch her as she leapt. He caught her, stumbling a few steps back with a laugh that nearly turned into a sob he barely managed to choke back. A tight knot formed in his throat as he held her close, clinging to her with sudden fervor.

All he could sense, breathe, feel was Hallie; after two weeks of numbness and pain mixed she was heaven, sheer heaven. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, hammering in time with his and for all he was worth it felt like without hers there to guide his, it wouldn't, it couldn't, beat. His fractured wrist was forgotten as he held her as close as he could, fingers tangling in her hair as he pressed his face into the soft slope of her neck. She said his name then, and he could feel her shaky breath warm and soft on his neck. He forgot himself for a moment--forgot where they were, forgot all the fears that had long consumed him, the yawning threats of death and loss cast aside as if they had never existed--and pressed his lips to her soft skin, a kiss as light as the wind that drifted around them. "I missed you," he breathed in a hoarse whisper. A shaky breath, another soft kiss just below her ear. "God how I missed you."

[Hallie Phearson]

Her body felt like it was on overdrive, her breathing coming in small gasps as she pressed her body as close as she could to his, her legs tightening around his waist as she scrunched her eyes closed - he was real. He wasn't gone. He wasn't dead. He was alive and breathing and breathing her name, kissing her skin, and her body was as close to on fire as it could without literally bursting into flame. Her body shivered a bit at the first kiss, her eyes parting as she lifted her head, the second kiss behind her ear almost causing her eyes to slip shut again as a quiet, involuntary "mn" escaped her throat. Her lips returned a kiss to his own throat, then again to his jaw as she moved to kiss his cheek, her left arm encircling his shoulders while her right hand found its way to his cheek before she leaned her forehead against his, her hand slipping back into his hair to hold the back of his head as she took in quick gasping breaths.

"I .. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought ... I thought you were ..," she choked on the last word as she reeled her emotions in so she didn't lose it, tears pricking at her eyes as she breathed, just now realizing her lips barely ghosted over his as she spoke. Her heart jumped to her throat then as she moved her hand, though still in his hair, to the side of his head as her thumb brushed over his temple as she tried to focus on breathing. Her eyes fell half lidded to focus on his mouth as he spoke again, though she only heard the tenor of his voice then before there was a silent moment, his hand caressing her face, their noses brushing, her head tilting ever the slightest amount; it was pure torture to her brain as the moment seemed to draw out for eternity.

That eternity crashed into one moment in the blink of an eye, for in one they were standing there, the only thing in her ears were their racing hearts and their labored breath - and in the next their mouths crushed against one another's as her fingers tangled into his hair and she found herself attempting to press as close as she could to him. She made a soft, high pitched "mn" like she had did before, though this laced with a bit more emotion as she felt them moving before her back was pressed against a building, a shudder going through her as she breathed hard through her nose, not wanting to come up for air.

She felt like this was a dream and at at any moment she could wake up, so she held on desperately to the thought that she wouldn't wake up. By the gods she hoped this wasn't a dream. She missed him so and her heart couldn't take much more push and pull. They parted for a moment and his name was gasped from her lips before they came together again, her body melding to his like it had always belonged.