@ofgracefulheartSend me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse.16. Angel kiss
The crackling fire’s warmth slowly crept toward Bear’s bones and fought off the chill that had settled in from the freezing weather. Alex had been wonderfully kind enough to let him stay in the apartment on such a short notice; he clawed at the fabric of his sweater to pull it tighter and closer to his skin while his free hand held onto the mug of warm tea she’d made. Small sips took the warmth and allowed it to spread to the inside as it traveled down his throat.
She’d gone about her business while he stayed curled up next to the fire to warm up. Things had been quiet.
Above the snapping burnt wood, there was what he believed to be a whimpering sound. It was quiet, at first, hardly noticeable if there hadn’t been a distinct contrast between high and low pitches. He raised an eyebrow with piqued curiosity, head twisting around, but the office was empty. No one sat at the table, no one in the kitchen, though as his gaze traveled to the doors, one of them was open, and inside was a squirming body.
Mutterings followed the whimpering sound. He set the warm mug down on the coffee table and stood, taking soft steps toward the open door and holding onto his tags to keep them quiet upon approach.
She tossed and turned as though a nightmare plagued her: brows drawn together, skin speckled with beads of sweat, and the quilts were bunched around her. Again she whimpered, murmuring a name in a breathless voice, sounding very panicked.
Almost like she was pleading.
Bear let go of his tags and stepped inside. He leaned over her, gently nudging her shoulder. “Alex--hey, Alex, wake up--”
She jolted awake as though she’d been shaken violently. Heavy breaths moved her chest and her wide blue eyes searched the room in a frantic manner before falling upon him.
And he was hesitant to get closer, considering that he knew the name she’d been reciting.
“You alright?” The rhetorical question did nothing to ease her. She shook her head and raised a hand to wipe at her glistening eyes. Bear lowered down to sit on the bed, holding a hand halfway up to her as a silent way to ask permission to touch. When she didn’t motion to deny him, he reached forward and gently cupped her face to turn her head toward him.
“Hey, look at me. Alex, look up at me.”
When she looked up, he didn’t smile. Worick had told him about what happened to her and so he knew better than to mention anything too specific. It wasn’t something that a smile could fix.
“It was just a dream, I promise. You’re alright.” Her tears rolled over his fingers and he could see it in her eyes that the nightmare was still vivid. “He’s gone, Alex. I promise. I promise you.”
She seemed to take it, or so he thought. A very slight nod moved her head and he then gave a motion of acknowledgement.
“He’s not gonna bother you no more, I promise.” Bear rubbed his thumb on her slick cheek. “Here, close your eyes for me.”
A moment passed before she did as he asked. He leaned forward and pressed a very soft kiss to each of her eyelids; angel kisses, he’d heard they were called, and he’d remembered his mother using them to chase away the bad dreams when he was very young. The man could only hope that the gesture would work for her as well.
“There.” He pulled back and his hands rested on her cheeks for a few slow seconds before they lowered. “You’re safe now.”
