Life’s Little Triumphs—Locke Cole
a mini-series by Dot
They stared into each others eyes. He felt himself being pulled towards her by some invisible force and she to him. Her eyes began to close and her chin lifted in anticipation of being kissed. He brought his lips closer to hers.
“I’m sorry.” She drew back, lowering her eyes. “It’s just—I feel like—like I don’t deserve this.”
“Don’t say that.” He touched her face, fingeres trailing over her features as light and gentle as a feather.
Tears brimmed at the edges of her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But what if this doesn’t work out? What if I’m not the right one for you?”
He smiled. “I’m willing to take that chance.”
Their gazes locked again. Time slowed to an agonizing crawl as he drew to her a second time. His heart seemed to stop beating as they became closer, and closer, and—
He felt her shudder, and a similar jolt ran through his own body. His eyes shot open to see her looking back at him, hovering below his chin, not quite daring to touch, her liquid pools of ocean blue asking the silent question. But both of them knew that it was over.
“Shh.” He pressed a finger to her lips. “It’s okay.”
She took his outstretched hand into hers. “Can I—have a hug instead?”
This time, there was no hesitation at all.
As they held onto each other, new desires surged through them: To be needed, and to need. To be protected, and to protect. To be accepted, and to accept.
To be loved.
Without condition. No holds barred. Till death did they part—and perhaps not even afterwards.
It was like getting a little taste of heaven.
They didn’t let go for a very, very long time.
– Locke –
Locke woke up, and panicked when he realized that Celes was still hugging him. Then, he remembered how they had gotten into this position in the first place and relaxed.
Celes’ eyes fluttered open, and she reached up to caress Locke’s face gently. “Locke.”
He took her hand in his. “I’m here. And I’ll always be. I promise.”
She looked back at him, her eyes glittering. “I know.”
Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
This little piece was conceived out of my long-standing dislike of the tendency for Hollywood to show how much characters ‘loved’ one another by having them make passionate sex on the screen. In other words, I wanted to write an emotionally intense scene with as little physical contact as possible. Finally, during a particularly long bout of insomnia, I hit upon the near-kiss scene. The rest of the story wasn’t conceived until much later.