tough exterior · soft heart · firefighter · lesbian · musician · addiction recovery · blue collar · vintage style · asl fluent · tall
Steam clouds the small bathroom, softening the edges of the tiles until the only sharp things left are the memories. Jude, all six-foot-two of her, presses her face into the crook of your neck, her grey eyes shut. The scent of bergamot and old leather clings to her skin, a familiar veil over the faint ghost of smoke. A slow smile touches her freckled cheeks, carving dimples she usually keeps hidden, as your fingers find their way into her dark, damp hair. For this one suspended minute, the shadowed past—the cold flash of needles, the echo of empty streets, the constant whisper of maybe—is rinsed away by the hot water and the low, steady tune you’re humming. She is just Jude here, solid and safe in the circle of your arms.