five times kissed (from dcrlin :3:3 )
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"Thanks for this,” Hel murmured, smiling at the blond. She knew when Darlin looked at her she probably assumed she was the old of the two, and that Hel was someone younger, someone to keep an eye out for or watch over. But the goddess couldn’t help but wish hope that there could be something more behind it.
Before she could stop herself, Hel leaned over, pressing a kiss to Darlin’s cheek. “Like I said, thank you,” she mumbled, heading out of the room.
Hel was curled up on the couch, in that in between state where you’re basically asleep, but still somewhat aware of the things going on around you. It had been a week and she was still in the compound, something in her gut keeping her from leaving. Not that she wasn’t savoring sleeping on couch cushions instead of the side of the road or high in a tree, it was just she’d never planned to stay this long.
She could hear someone coming into the room, and for a moment became aware enough to tense until she realized she could hear Darlin’s voice humming to herself, probably thinking Hel was asleep, possibly not even noticing that she was there. So she went back to trying to sleep, hoping the smaller girl didn’t make too much noise or try to sit on her.
She was on the very edge of sleep when she felt the heavy fabric she would later realize was a blanket draped over her thin frame. But what really got to her was the sudden feeling of soft lips on her temple, and the ever so quiet murmur of Goodnight Hel. It was quick, and barely there, and set Hel’s entire face on fire.
It took her another hour to fall back asleep.
Hel wrapped her arms around Darlin, holding her close in the barely lit room. She’d heard her screaming and bolted, but she realized now it was not a Zombie, or a murderer, just a nightmare. But she’d stayed, because it seemed like her friend had needed it, and it was becoming more and more apparent she had been right. Gently she combed a hand through blond hair, quietly trying to comfort the other girl, not even thinking of asking what she’d dreamed about. Without thinking about it, she pressed a kiss to the top of Darlin’s head.
When she looked up Hel swore she blushed so bright it would illuminate the entire room.
There was something about the dark, about the night, that made things look and feel different. You could do things in the night that you wouldn’t even dare to think of in the morning light. Maybe that’s why after a moment of the two of them just looking at each other, Darlin leaned up and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to Hel’s lips. And why after realizing what was happening, Hel’s eyes fell closed and a hand moved to cup her cheek, and Hel kissed her back. Gently. Unsurely.
Please don’t make me regret this in the morning.
"You gotta be more careful Darlin,” Hel admonished, looking for something cold, and something to wrap said cold thing in. “I mean, that could have turned out so much worse.” She wasn’t mad, she’d suffered her fair share of bruises, she just worried about her girlfriend. Finally finding a towel and a worthy item in the fridge, she walked back to where the blond was sitting.
“Alright, let me see.” When Darlin help up the damaged appendage, Hel couldn’t stop from tipping her head down and pressing a kiss to the darkening skin. “There, I kissed it better,” she teased, pressing the makeshift ice pack to the bruise and stealing a real kiss.
Hel was late, and she knew it. Her supply run had taken longer than she’d thought it would have, longer than it usually took her. She could only imagine what Darlin was going through, waiting while she was out in Zombie and crazy man’s land.
Hel called out the moment she was in, dropping her bags the first chance she got. She could hear the pounding of footsteps before Darlin rounded the corner, staring at the raven haired girl with eyes as wide as saucers. “I’m not hurt,” Hel assured, “not a bite, not a scratch, nothing. I’m all here, and I’m sorry it took me so long to get back.” The next moment was a flurry of movement, until the pair were pressed together, hands moving and trying to get the best purchase on the other. The kiss was messy and desperate, with knocking teeth and in the way noses and salty tears mixing in with everything. Words were mixed in, little I thought’s and so scared, and the constant, loud, unspoken, I’m here.
Hel’s grip in Darlin didn’t relax for a while, wanting to prove to her, and to herself, that she was there. She was safe. That they would see another day.
