Rating: K? K+?
Summery: He realizes that his grip must be hurting her, his hand fisted in her fiery hair to the point of almost pulling it. He relaxes his grip, but only marginally.
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A/N: Okay, this has been rattling around in the brainpan for awhile now and I finally got around to writing and I would much appreciate it if y'all would tell me if it is utter crap. Though, not as bluntly.
Oh, yeah, also? First Conviction and Brian/Christina fic.
She's still trembling when the paramedics try to pry her from his arms but neither of them are ready to let go.
Her crying spell has left her with a case of the hiccups and he can fell her body give a little jump from time to time, if it's possible he tightens his hold on her.
Cabot and the others have managed to keep the paramedics at bay but he knows the sooner they check them over the faster he can get back to holding her.
He finally manages to maneuver her into walking over to the paramedics and when he is pushed out of the way and he feels a sudden chill crawl through his body where Christina's form used to be.
She manages to keep her eyes locked with his as they check her out, the occasional 'No', 'Yes', 'I'm fine' are given to appease them.
What she wants to say is "I want Brian. Give me back to Brian, I'm fine with him! Safe with him."
The paramedics are finally satisfied that she seems un-injured and release her and, he somehow managed to miss it even though he's looking at her, she's back in his arms.
Her face seems to have taken up permanent residence in hollow between his shoulder and chin. And he can't help but think about how she seems to fit as if she was made specifically for that space. Not even Lisa seemed to fit there as Christina does.
He realizes that his grip must be hurting her, his hand fisted in her fiery hair to the point of almost pulling it. He relaxes his grip, but only marginally.
He inhales deeply as he closes his eyes and his senses are filled with her.
He doesn't know if she uses a lotion or shampoo or even a perfume but she always smells like cinnamon.
He knows he's gonna have to giver back and he tightens his hold on her again. He vaguely wonders if he'll give her bruises.
As if reading his mind she looks up at him, blue eyes wide and vulnerable and childlike and he hears her whisper, "I don't want to leave you yet."
She feels his chest rumble as he says 'I know, I know' and she closes her eyes again when he kisses her forehead.
But they both know that they have to separate soon, they have to give statements and she has to go home to her boyfriend and he to an empty apartment and quite possibly an endlessly ringing phone from family and Lisa.
But for know he escorts them to a parked car and sits her on the hood of the car so that he is placed between her legs and she wraps them around him, both faces buried in necks and hair.
They'll be separated later but right now…right now they can hold one another.