"I need to know that you're not going to wake up in the morning and feel differently." // "Jesus Christ, don't you fucking get it? We're over." // "I'm scared of not being with you." // "Please don't leave me. Stay."
“I need to know that you’re not going to wake up in the morning and feel differently.”
It took Rayne a moment to realize that James had actually stopped kissing her skin. Her eyes fluttered open and found his amber ones, her lips still parted as she gazed at him. God, he really was perfect wasn’t he? She had no idea how she had managed to get so lucky to find a boyfriend like him. A boyfriend who was so kind and amazing. Someone willing to put up with her constant rants about whether they should keep going with the direction with the new Avengers comics and why Marvel was better than DC without so much as a word of complaint even though he had no idea what she was talking about. A boyfriend who, because of her past, had been so patient for this moment, the moment when she was going to give herself to him like she’d never given to anyone before. She nibbled on her kiss swollen lip as she continued to look at him, one of her hands slipping into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. “The only thing I’m going to be thinking about in the morning is how much I love you.” Rayne told him sincerely, leaning down for a chaste kiss. “I want all of you, and I want you to have all of me. No more arguments.” She said, nuzzling against him.
“Jesus Christ, don’t you fucking get it? We’re over.”
Noel knew that this reaction had been coming for a long time. She had been waiting for it pretty much ever since she had gotten back from the hospital. She had tried to avoid it as much as she could, but she knew that it was probably hopeless, and of course it turns out she was right. Beck had been walking on eggshells around her for far too long, and it had built up to this fight. He was letting out all his anger about this whole situation out on her, and even though Noel knew that she was at fault for a majority of this, and probably deserved everything that he was currently yelling at her for, she couldn’t help but get pissed off at his words and suddenly found herself standing up and shoving her seat back under the table as she stomped her way over to him. “Like hell it is. What gives you the right, Beckett Fields? What the hell do you think gives you the right to try and end this with me after what we’ve gone through? How many secrets were you keeping me from me when we first started hooking up? And what did I do when I found out about what that asshole did to you? I went and fucking confronted him! Made sure he could never hurt you again! Now you find out I kept something from you, and you’re so pissed off all you can think about is breaking up with me! You are such a fucking dick! And news flash, you’re not going to do it, and you want to know why? Because I need you. I need you! I lost a baby! I lost our baby, and I know it’s all my fault, but I feel like I’m dying everyday, and as much as you piss me off, and god believe me you do, you’re the only damn thing that makes me happy, and I - I can’t lose you too, I just can’t.” She didn’t know at what point tears started falling down her face, but she didn’t care anymore. She brushed them away roughly, turning her face away from him.
“I’m scared of not being with you.”
Katrina’s shaking hand brushed through Micah’s hair as her lips pressed to the top of his head. She had no idea how long they had been sitting here like this, her in his lap with his face buried in her shoulder, his arms wrapped so tightly around her that when she moved she had difficulty breathing, but for the life of her she would never pull away from him. She could still hear the tv playing the news in the background, but she chose not to listen to it. She couldn’t hear any more about the plane crash. The plane crash that she was supposed to be in. The plane crash that she would have died in if she hadn’t stayed up all night before talking to the boy who was now in her arms. Neither of them had been able to stop shaking since she had walked in the door. She didn’t understand his reaction when she had walked in, but now she knew. He thought she was dead, and she almost had been. She didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t want to think about how she had almost died without letting Micah know that she loved him, but now she was afraid that if she did tell him, he would just think it was from the shock of what had almost happened. So she didn’t say it. Katrina just pressed a kiss to the top of his head, holding him tighter. “I’m scared of not being with you too.” She murmured quietly.
“Please don’t leave me. Stay.”
God, Logan didn’t want to leave her. In fact his whole body was practically screaming about how he should not leave her, and he should be focusing on finding some other way to get the both of them out as quickly as possible, but the important part of his brain, the cop part of his brain was telling him that there was only one way out of this that guaranteed her safety, and it was not with him. “Jude, you have to stay here. Do what I told you. I’m going to go draw them out, and once they’re all paying attention to me, you need to take that door right there. It’ll let you out the front, you need to take this.” He slipped the gun out of his pocket and handed it to her. “In case there’s someone out there. Remember, don’t get the magazine and the safety release mixed up, and aim carefully. Take your time.” He turned his gaze back to the people starting to gather around the door that he was currently hiding behind with Jude. He knew he would have to get out of there soon. His window of opportunity was going to be really short, and he had to get out of there quick. “Please, be careful,” he told her, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “See you soon,” he told her, not sure whether he was reassuring himself or her before pulling out his second service weapon and diving outside the door.
