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The blanket is a nice addition; he is only here in his jacket, long sleeved turtleneck, and jeans after all. His hands find her body beneath the blanket, feeling the warmth and her presence, as he gives out a pleased noise from his nose as she does indeed deepen the kiss. It makes his heart beat faster as her tongue gently slides against his which, after a moment, reacts and lifts to touch hers back.

His nose brushes hers as he shifts his head, and he has to shudder again, the feel of her hair brushing his face just makes him feel… what. Excited? Happy? Too many words to pick from…

Adjusting the blanket so it continues to wrap around him before her hands settle near his neck, her fingers stroking the skin. She began wishing she could just crawl into his lap, and feels a bit frustrated she has to stay in the wheelchair, causing her tongue to dart out more daringly on his.

She was happy he didn’t shy away though, happy and grateful he seemed to want her as much as she wanted him, her musings of earlier hitting the front of her mind, seeing the results playing out for her.

But she still has questions and wonders what the answers to those are.

Images play out in her mind, if things were different, if she wasn’t hurt or if they weren’t at the hospital. If this had happened in her apartment, in the warmth and confines of that room where his arms around be wrapping around her just like they were now… his mouth pressing to hers passionately but still softly, sweetly, affectionately. They would be drawn together like two moths to a flame, unable to pull away from one another.

Jack would be gentle. He would touch her softly, trailing his hands down her side, along her back… maybe even on her front, and the idea of him touching one of her breasts causes an electrified sensation to ripple.

The blue man tilts his head gently, breath from his nose brushing her cheek as the kiss continues. His tongue arches to meet hers and they appear to be dancing, a mute, silent dance both only they can hear as the music and fireworks continue to ring out in the far distance but they may as well be non-existent since both Katelynn and Jack were focused solely on each other.

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His own face flushes brilliantly as usual, even when her thumb strokes his cheek. It’s such a loving gesture, and one he reflects, finding her shoulder instead but still rubs his thumb against her through all those layers she’s wearing. Given their deepened kiss a few days ago, while still very nervous, Jack opens his mouth to her, but leaves it up to her if she wants to pursue that kind of kissing or not.

She wasn’t sure if it was because she was so warm or because the fact that it was a new year and thus a new wish to already try to be braver, but Katelynn’s lips softly move over his, a happy sigh escaping through her nose. She feels his lips opening for her, giving her the access to more just like their last deep kiss, and her tongue shyly moves forward, brushing up against his bottom lip, hoping the kiss will warm him.

Though actually, when she brings her other arm forward to wrap around his neck and pull him in deeper, the blanket goes with her, wrapping around him to get him warm against any chill he might feel.

The blanket is a nice addition; he is only here in his jacket, long sleeved turtleneck, and jeans after all. His hands find her body beneath the blanket, feeling the warmth and her presence, as he gives out a pleased noise from his nose as she does indeed deepen the kiss. It makes his heart beat faster as her tongue gently slides against his which, after a moment, reacts and lifts to touch hers back.

His nose brushes hers as he shifts his head, and he has to shudder again, the feel of her hair brushing his face just makes him feel… what. Excited? Happy? Too many words to pick from…

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Its funny how the lanterns seem almost gravitated to each other. They stay close to each other as the breeze carries them up into the darkness, carrying the pairs hopes and dreams for the new year with them.

Jack turns and smiles at her, taking her free hand into his so he now held onto both of her hands.

“Happy New Year, Katelynn.” he whispers before moving in, and presses his lips to hers.

His kiss causes the same feelings to rush through her as her eyes flutter closed, her legs squirming together a bit. She can see the fireworks still going on through her eyelids and her heart soars at how magical the moment is as she reaches up and presses a palm to his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin.

His own face flushes brilliantly as usual, even when her thumb strokes his cheek. It’s such a loving gesture, and one he reflects, finding her shoulder instead but still rubs his thumb against her through all those layers she’s wearing. Given their deepened kiss a few days ago, while still very nervous, Jack opens his mouth to her, but leaves it up to her if she wants to pursue that kind of kissing or not.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

They waited. Soon the crowd far below could be just heard counting down.

Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven…

Jack reaches and gently takes Katelynn’s free hand into his.

Six… Five… Four… Three…

He readied the lantern in his grip.

Two.. One…!

The fireworks begin to burst out against the darkness of the night sky, bringing out all kinds of colors, and Jack releases his hold on his lantern.

Katelynn releases the hold on hers, watching it rise up into the air toward the darkness of the sky, seeing them illuminated by the sudden glow of the fireworks. She squeezes Jack’s hand gently, watching them go and hoping their dreams, wishes, hopes come true.

“Happy New Year Jack,” she whispers softly, looking up over at him.

Its funny how the lanterns seem almost gravitated to each other. They stay close to each other as the breeze carries them up into the darkness, carrying the pairs hopes and dreams for the new year with them.

Jack turns and smiles at her, taking her free hand into his so he now held onto both of her hands.

“Happy New Year, Katelynn.” he whispers before moving in, and presses his lips to hers.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

His writing is more like single sentences being placed here or there on the paper.

I want to be stronger. I want to be braver. Please help me not be afraid of crowds any more. Please don’t let Katelynn slip away from me. Let me get better. I want to be a better person for Katelynn, but also me. Don’t let Katelynn’s parents find her, ever. I wish my friends all the best even if there are not many of them. Please keep us safe. Please make me strong.

He then shows her how to loop the curved metal in the lanterns, carefully, slipping them into place with the paper. There’s a few rips and tears, as expected, but soon both lanterns are there, completed.

It was a minute to midnight now. Jack takes out a lighter and lights the two candles within the lanterns and has Katelynn hold onto them as he wheels her out closer to the edge. Far enough to be safe, but close enough to hear the music and the crowds of the park beginning to count down.

Jack takes his lantern from her and crouches down, so he’s level with her in her chair.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nods enthusiastically, smiling at him  moment before looking over at the festivities, knowing her work was most likely doing coverage of it but not even feeling envious. She was where she belonged instead, right by Jack’s side during the New Year.

A New Year, a new Katelynn, a wonderful boyfriend. It was the best way to begin a new year.

They waited. Soon the crowd far below could be just heard counting down.

Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven…

Jack reaches and gently takes Katelynn’s free hand into his.

Six… Five… Four… Three…

He readied the lantern in his grip.

Two.. One…!

The fireworks begin to burst out against the darkness of the night sky, bringing out all kinds of colors, and Jack releases his hold on his lantern.

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wrapped-in-shadows:

“Not even each other. These are our hearts desires. We have to be honest with ourselves.” Jack said gently, “And you can write more than one. One year… I wrote well over twenty things since I write super small.” he smiles weakly as he begins to write carefully, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he does.

She’s extremely curious over what he’s writing, but knows it’s impolite to look. She looks down at her own, staring at it for a moment. “Write more than one.” Wasn’t that selfish though?

Putting her marker to paper, she begins to write:

My hope for New Years, to whoever reads this,

Please keep my friends safe and healthy. Please let them enjoy their lives to the fullest. I want them to be happy with all my heart. And even though it’s selfish, please let Jack and I stay together forever and be able to face things together. I will always love him and wish to give him strength to face things and always succeed in what he does. Please grant me my wishes, dear lantern.

Done with her wishes, she recaps her marker and waits for Jack, blushing slightly.

His writing is more like single sentences being placed here or there on the paper.

I want to be stronger. I want to be braver. Please help me not be afraid of crowds any more. Please don’t let Katelynn slip away from me. Let me get better. I want to be a better person for Katelynn, but also me. Don’t let Katelynn’s parents find her, ever. I wish my friends all the best even if there are not many of them. Please keep us safe. Please make me strong.

He then shows her how to loop the curved metal in the lanterns, carefully, slipping them into place with the paper. There’s a few rips and tears, as expected, but soon both lanterns are there, completed.

It was a minute to midnight now. Jack takes out a lighter and lights the two candles within the lanterns and has Katelynn hold onto them as he wheels her out closer to the edge. Far enough to be safe, but close enough to hear the music and the crowds of the park beginning to count down.

Jack takes his lantern from her and crouches down, so he’s level with her in her chair.

“Ready?” he asked.

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“They’re pretty easy. I’ll help you with yours, though!” Jack insists as he pulls out a marker and hands it to her, and gets one for himself. “Now, what we write is private, okay? No telling anyone.”

“Not even each other?” she asks, uncapping the marker and wondering what she’s going to wish for. She had so many things to wish for and so little space. She thought of all of her friends, of her parent’s, of the villains and of course of Jack. But she couldn’t wish for something selfish, she knew that much.

“Not even each other. These are our hearts desires. We have to be honest with ourselves.” Jack said gently, “And you can write more than one. One year… I wrote well over twenty things since I write super small.” he smiles weakly as he begins to write carefully, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he does.

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“A hunch I guess.” he grinned at her as he sat on a seat besides her and got the instructions out. “They’re pretty easy but I find writing on them before I-I construct them makes it easier. And less likely to poke holes in the paper.”

She giggled, looking over everything. She couldn’t wait to see the finished product and it was going to make her really happy knowing she had created it. “I just hope I don’t mess it up..I um..I tend to destroy things without knowing how..it’s why I can’t cook..”

“They’re pretty easy. I’ll help you with yours, though!” Jack insists as he pulls out a marker and hands it to her, and gets one for himself. “Now, what we write is private, okay? No telling anyone.”

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Jack pulls out two thin pieces of cardboard and sets them down on the table before also grabbing a pencil case. He sets it besides the other two things before he begins to open them.

“It really is,” he replies, pausing to glance up at the sky as well. “we’re really lucky. We’ll be able to see the fireworks from the park really easy tonight. But first, I want to do this with you.” Jack draws her attention to the object he pulls from the cardboard. A flat floating lantern. “We’re making lanterns, and we’re going to write on it what we want for the new year…! T-then, when it strikes midnight, we’ll let them go and they’ll fly into the sky.”

She gasps, looking over at the items. “Oh wow! Oh Jack this is awesome! I’ve always wanted to make a floating lantern! How’d you know?”

This was turning into the best New Year’s for her, having celebrated them alone for years, simply watching the celebrations on TV.

“A hunch I guess.” he grinned at her as he sat on a seat besides her and got the instructions out. “They’re pretty easy but I find writing on them before I-I construct them makes it easier. And less likely to poke holes in the paper.”