Warm and heavy, and perhaps a bit overwhelming to your body that's untouched until him, but there's a yearning to your kisses and your body language, and that pours out against his.

Jayce. You would murmur it breathlessly if you weren’t so wrapped up in him. It slips out anyway.

Where do you place that? Into your deepening kiss. Into the way your body simultaneously sinks into him and holds him up. You will catch him as he falls with you.

Just like old times, you thrive through your chemistry, but this time it crackles differently beneath the surface.

Once frail hands reach to cup his cheeks, this is your consent as you kiss him back with a desperation long hidden until now.

Eyes threaten to open for merely a second, just to glance at him, but they're quick to close, brimming with too much overflowing emotion.

Despite a quivering lip and a rapidly beating heart, your own wants catch up with you by colliding with his.

His hands run along your back like he's been waiting to touch you for a lifetime, and your body responds by shuddering, but not out of fear.

For all the wrongs you committed, he treats you as though you did everything right.

It's as if your bodies and hearts had waited, lingered in the doorway for one another, while your souls never hesitated.

Even here you don't let it drop.

Eyes closed, and brows furrowed, you do let yourself fall.

It seems that every time you're about to fall, he's there to catch you, even when you pushed away.

Under his lips your own respond, the kiss now deepening from both sides, palms shifting to spread flat against his back were it not for the gear still held in one of them.

You're not sick, and you’re not injured. To put it very simply, he makes you weak, puts you at ease in a way you hadn't thought possible.

A whole life spent in unrest, how were you to know this is what you needed until it found you?

Deep within you, pangs of guilt resound, but they're drowned out by the way Jayce’s lips overpower your own. While his strong arms grip your waist, your body is gradually giving way to his hold.

This is different than the adrenaline rush that flowed between you both when an experiment’s result would triumph, and calmer than the feeling of being surrounded by a cheering crowd.

Softer.

Safer.

You've always felt at odds with the people in Piltover, always placed a wall between them and yourself, but Jayce is… different.

When every single tap and touch that this man has ever given you began to wear it down, you questioned its strength.

"Jayce”, spoken like you're about to lecture him, but your next words are soft.

"You never lost me.” As tender as the way your gently pressed reunite with his, pads of delicate fingers rest against his chest.

You choose elation. Walking out that door isn’t what brought you peace.

He hasn't only saved you. Now, just as in the past, it's you who’s rescued him from the winter’s bitter cold.

You're a fool. Your paths may have diverged, but your heart never did.

In the same brief moments you retract, you also return.

This is still Jayce’s mindscape, and it's that very notion that causes color to rise to your cheeks.

When your heart races too quickly, your lips stray, but just as quickly as a thousand questions hit your eyes, do you look into his.

You had thought yourself to be so wise. Around you was the universe in healing, but it was all a lie. Right now, to your heart, with his lips against yours, this is healing.

All around you are the sounds of spring, the chirping of birds, wind blowing through now lively trees.

His hand on your cheek, the touch of your foreheads, how he looked at you when you didn't even want to be seen.

Space?

Yes, you had once sought that, but to take that space from Jayce, in hindsight, was the misstep.

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