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Heartbeats (1d/1d)
Date: 2012-07-15 06:53 pm (UTC)The edge of her bedroll meets his; neatly lining up together. Flopping down unceremoniously, she rearranges the two sheets to overlap. “Besides, we moved here when I was thirteen. Maybe that messed up my inner thermostat.”
The words are barely out of her mouth before there is a strong arm around her waist, and a firm chest flush against her back.
“Or perhaps you should invest in some proper nightclothes,” he retorts dryly, “and you won’t have to keep leeching my body heat.”
She snorts derisively. “My heart bleeds for you,” she tells him, using her arm in lieu of a pillow and shifting until she finds something that vaguely resembles comfort. “You talk out of your arse sometimes, you know that?”
He tsks. “What would your mother think if she heard you use such foul language?”
She quirks an eyebrow. As far as he knows, her mother is dead.
“What would my mother think if she saw me cooried up with a madman?”
Vulpes frowns slightly at the implication in her words. This is not cuddling. This is preservation of body-heat through close proximity. The head of Caesar’s Frumentarii does not cuddle. Cuddling is for the dissolute.
“If you wish to insult me, I can very easily move this bed back over, and you can freeze.”
The threat is undermined somewhat by the fingertips tracing light patterns on the back of her hand.
“Sorry,” she replies with a small smile, tugging the blanket up to cover her shoulder, “did I bruise your ego?”
In an instant, his presence is gone. Her stomach twists, arm groping blindly behind her, and for a moment, she is sure that she has crossed a line somewhere; pushed her luck just that little bit too far. Her arm meets a body only an inch away. He’s teasing her. Swallowing the last of her pride, she intertwines her fingers with his, squeezing his hand in a vague semblance of an apology.
Victory curves his lips upwards. Behind her sharp tongue, the Courier is just a scared little girl.
His skin is warm against hers. Not that that’s saying much, she supposes: she’s always had cold hands. Growing up, depending on whom she spoke to, it would be presented as either a good omen or a bad one; a curse, or a blessing.
Cold hands; warm heart. Cold hands; cold heart.
Sometimes she wonders which is true.
They lie like that for a while – neither speaking – before he closes the distance between them. His palm finds the slight curve of her waist; the pad of his thumb brushing the side of her ribcage before gently pressing against the bones there.
“You’re so fragile,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.
“Handle with care,” she says, unable to prevent the yawn punctuating her speech.
A ghost of a smile flickers over his lips, his arm slipping back to its original position around her torso.
“Go to sleep,” he tells her, and she snuggles a little closer before mumbling an ‘okay’.
His embrace is secure, his body emanating warmth. It’s making her eyelids heavy. But still, there is a small part of her reluctant to surrender to unconscious. It is fighting a losing battle, but still it protests; crying of invisible, intangible threats lurking, waiting for the moment she closes her eyes.
Suddenly, a noise pierces the air – a distinct thump – and she stirs. Her legs are telling her to spring up and run somewhere – anywhere – but his arms are unyielding; anchoring her in place.
She swallows; voice slightly shaky, “D’you think those Cazadors are still outside?”
“Probably.” Her distress is palpable; he holds her a little tighter. “I’ll keep you safe,” he murmurs, before nuzzling the back of her neck.
Those four little words slip into her head and curl up around her brain as she stops trying to remember how to keep her eyes open and just lets herself sleep.
Re: Heartbeats (1d/1d)
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Date: 2012-07-17 04:44 pm (UTC)i really enjoyed it
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Date: 2012-10-19 09:58 pm (UTC)This was so adorable!!!
Love it Anon! Keep up the good work
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