He'd spent most of the night just looking at her eyes, watching the way she animated herself. She was so, so alive, and her eyes, as they held his gaze, were simply breathtaking.
Every now and then she would wink, and old at heart as he was, he always felt a thrill of... something young, and good, and he would laugh.
She was so very, very beautiful.
When they reached her place, he slowed down to pull over.
"You don't have to turn in..." she said, looking at him with those eyes. (coolly-amused but unexpectedly - ie when she wanted them to be - soulfully-expressive almond-shaped eyes)
"I still owe you a killing..." he said, and smiled.
He put his hands around her neck as he'd planned, in a mock-stranglehold, and looked deep into her eyes.
In truth he'd waited for, and wanted for this moment to happen for the longest time - but somehow had felt too shy the previous times they met to actually make it come to be. Oft-times in a past so forgotten now that it felt like another lifetime, he hadn't been too shy; yet those moments had been mere facsimiles of what was about to happen.
He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair off her face, and said, softly,
"Don't move... a muscle. Don't twitch a hair. I'm memorizing your eyes..."
He'd wondered if - and had rather hoped he would - and now he found himself doing it for real, too easily... he started to drown in her eyes.
"I'll never forget your eyes."
drowning...
"You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen..."
He'd had half thoughts of ? maybe? reaching over and drawing her to him (in a gentle, yet manly manner.... laugh) and kissing her, or perhaps just saying goodnight and letting her out of the car; he hadn't really thought this bit out...
... what followed was. Unexpected.
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