Love All of Me

This is for mah beautiful bb *quill-alchemist Who keeps me motivated, and hopefully this helps with her bad days!

LOVE YOU BB!

I should really make a BB folder for all these...well...two...but...anyway!

More Terry/Melanie for you!

I must say that I'm really impressed with how Terry came out! I guess I just have a knack for drawing him!

Melanie...I think I could've worked a little better on..I don't know I don't really like the way she came out in this one...I think it's her face...but I don't know.

Still I think it turned out really good!

I've been wanting to draw something along this for awhile, but it was a certain fic that gave me the perfect scene to draw out, and I hope she doesn't mind me stealing a small excerpt from her story that so inspired me to draw it! <3
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His hand closes tightly around her wrist as she finally locates the hem of his mask. His fear is evident, practically radiating from him. Her resolve does not falter. She is not afraid of what she may find beneath the mask. She wants to see it.

_{And in your eyes, I can finally see…}

She wants him.

"I'm a big girl, Terry." She whispers. "I've been hurt before, and I have the scars to prove it. But I always heal…always get back on my feet again." her thumb moves down to tenderly stroke the back of his hand, and she feels him shiver at the small touch. "I just need to know you'll always be there when I fall, when I lose my way. I need your strength to help me fight, and your light when I find myself lost in the darkness. I need your love to keep me alive…to keep me sane."

"Melanie—"

"Just don't do this out of some duty you feel you owe me," she does not let him finish, which is fine. He is not sure what he might have said had she allowed him to continue, "Or out of some debt you feel needs to be paid. Don't love me out of pride or guilt or pity. Just…love me if you want to love me, if you need me in your life. That's all I ask."

_{…what I have been so desperately searching for.}

She can feel his eyes searching her face, yet the intensity of his gaze sears her down to the very core of her being. For this moment, she fears his answer. She wants to hope for his love—for his heart—yet she does not yet dare to do so.

Not yet.

_{I've been lost for so long.}

Slowly, his hand falls from her wrist, and his head lowers. She releases a breath, not even realizing she had been holding one in to begin with. Carefully, her fingers slip under the hem, the fabric cool against her skin. The right hand joins its left, carefully drawing the mask up. Skin is bared inch by inch—first the chin, then the lips, and then the nose and cheeks…

_{Then you look at me…}

He releases a slow, careful sigh, and then his eyes open—sharp, grey-blue eyes that once captured her heart. Now, they possess her soul, and she doesn't want it back—so long as it is left in his care.

A gloved hand cups her face, carefully and gently. She can feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric—real and tangible this time. He is here with her.

_{…then suddenly, I'm not lost anymore.}

He leans forward, closer and closer, until she can feel the warmth of his breath against her cheeks…against her lips. Her eyes fall closed as his lips touch hers, but he does not kiss her yet. Instead, she feels his mouth move, murmuring her name—a soft, barely audible sound against the skin of her lips. Yet for the first time in her life, her name is a rapturous melody that rings against the very fiber of her being, down to her heart. The organ thrums wildly against her ribs, shaking the foundations of her body. But even if she falls, it does not matter. She is in his arms, safe and protected once more.

_{And every time you look at me…}

Her arms slip through the narrow loops of his, curling around his back to grasp his shoulders. He holds her so tightly that it is a wonder she can breathe, but she does not want to. Her fingers are probably leaving bruises in his skin, but if he feels any discomfort, he doesn't show it. Instead, his forehead comes to rest against hers, the warmth radiating from his body to infect hers.

"Stay with me tonight." She whispers, their lips still touching, not yet kissing. "Stay with me and hold me until we have to face tomorrow."

_{…I see my reason to live.}

She feels his mouth curve in a smile. It has been too long since she has seen his smile—since she has been the reason he smiles. "I will," he murmurs, "I promise."
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The lovely story can be found here if you'd love to read it! <3 You won't be sorry. -> [link]

Anyway, I'd love to stay and chat but I have other things to do. XD This is also for you ~vytina Hope this helps keep the Melanie/Terry Fan base alive! :3

Edit: I changed her chin and the angle so it kind of looked like her head was tilted.

Terry McGinnis (Batman) Melanie Walker (Ten) (C) DC
Art (C) *Sweetbean882006
Excerpt (C) ~vytina