[ There is a little squeak as he pulls her over. Drags her in like a doll into his side. It flusters her - because simply put, no one, not even her husband, had ever dared or wanted this from her. She frightened him, for many reasons. He was never cruel, he had always been her friend, but he had never wanted to embrace her like this. Or she was the one doing this for her children when they crawled into bed beside her.
But it... it is... it is nice, is it not? Quite nice. Nothing so dreadful, the dull thud of his heart below her cheek. The soft warm scent. His arm strong and yes, undoubtedly, threatening is that surety in any other circumstances.
Though the guilt is there. He knows himself dangerous, but he does not know what he has cradled so warmly into his chest, either. This wretched body of hers, that she reflexively goes to cover her scar with her hair, so it does not peek out unsightly and drive him away. ]
You are safe with me too. You need never ask, if you wish to stay, it shall always be open to you.
[ And she dares to tuck herself more comfortably in, next to him. Her arm looped loosely over his waist, draping herself like a blanket, since he did not want one, around him. ]
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But it... it is... it is nice, is it not? Quite nice. Nothing so dreadful, the dull thud of his heart below her cheek. The soft warm scent. His arm strong and yes, undoubtedly, threatening is that surety in any other circumstances.
Though the guilt is there. He knows himself dangerous, but he does not know what he has cradled so warmly into his chest, either. This wretched body of hers, that she reflexively goes to cover her scar with her hair, so it does not peek out unsightly and drive him away. ]
You are safe with me too. You need never ask, if you wish to stay, it shall always be open to you.
[ And she dares to tuck herself more comfortably in, next to him. Her arm looped loosely over his waist, draping herself like a blanket, since he did not want one, around him. ]