"I love you," she says, and even her words hold a kind of happy glow. A kind of breathless wonder. I love you, I love you, I love you.
It's as though the feeling could pick her up and fly her away, except the only place she'd fly to is right here, in his arms.
"I love you, John Sheppard, as the sky loves the sea." It's a turn of phrase that, she thinks, sounds less silly in the original Mandarin, but since he doesn't speak it. "Love you so much..." And now it steals her voice away and the only thing she can do is smile, almost laugh, breathless and giddy.
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Date: 2008-05-13 01:50 am (UTC)It's as though the feeling could pick her up and fly her away, except the only place she'd fly to is right here, in his arms.
"I love you, John Sheppard, as the sky loves the sea." It's a turn of phrase that, she thinks, sounds less silly in the original Mandarin, but since he doesn't speak it. "Love you so much..." And now it steals her voice away and the only thing she can do is smile, almost laugh, breathless and giddy.