Imagine one late night, you open your eyes and find Johnny lying right next to you. Eyes closed and hands clasped around yours. You question if this is real...
“It is. Now go back to sleep,” his voice pulls you from your thoughts.
Shit, you forgot he lives in your head. Definitely not a dream. “Why are you-“
I thought you don’t sleep.
His eyes are still closed, but every word that left his next words were clear and full of irritation. “I don’t. But congratulations, you managed to tire a ghost into exhaustion in your own damn sleep.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jesus... You were having a nightmare, V. It was pissing me off. Couldn’t have a moment’s peace in your head with all the sad, angry shit going on in there,” his hands gently squeeze yours. Although you know that he wasn’t physically there, your mind processed him as if he was and sure enough, you felt the slight pressure upon your skin. “Did what I could to calm you down. This was the only thing that worked.”
You didn’t know that you had a nightmare or that the stress of everything that’s been happening to you would effect you as intensely as he conveyed. The feeling of dried tears around your eyes and on your cheeks said otherwise. They also felt like they were brushed aside. You know it was the doing of your own hand, but who made that move? You or Johnny?
A low growl emanates from the man’s throat, he clearly wasn’t in the mood for this conversation in your head.
“Me. Now stop thinking.”
With a strength you didn’t know he was able to possess as a data ghost, Johnny pulls you in closer to him and frees one of his hands from you to grab the side of her head, his non-silver palm upon your face. You knew it shouldn’t be possible, but it felt warm and set off a new wave of emotions bumping in your heart.
Despite his gruff way of expressing it, Johnny cared to tend to you and put you at ease- an instinctive, protective side he didn’t express too often and reserved only to those he gave two shits about.
Johnny Silverhand giving a damn about other people? That’s rich.
Instead of pulling away for thinking such a thing like you expected him to, Johnny somehow manages to bring his body closer to yours, bowing his head until the lower half of his face was hidden behind the knuckles of your joined hands. Your skin felt the faint brush of his facial hair in this single motion. The fingers of his other hand lightly scratches the back of your neck and your ears nearly miss the husky curse muttered under his breath. You were certain that was directed towards you. It was then did you suspect that the former rockstar already knew you mean little by your internal snide, you both share a common trait in hiding your affections with insults and sarcasm.
You two really do fit together.
And maybe he needed to be comforted as much as you did.
A moment passes before you settled your position to mirror his and relaxed your body. It truly felt like he was lying right beside you and whatever bad feelings you had before was completely forgotten and replaced by a sense of calm and contentment.
This is nice, you thought, your eyes beginning to droop.
A soft hum escapes Johnny, almost like a sigh. Did he agree? Not wanting to dwell on it any longer in consideration of putting the man and the moment off, you closed your eyes and relished in this new feeling of comfort with a small smile upon your lips.
It was easy to fall back asleep and was completely unaware of the the time that Johnny took to finally open his eyes and gaze at your face. His dark stare tender and lingering, taking in how peaceful you looked. A crack in his usually hardened no-fucks-given expression gave way to an unplaceable grin before his lids grew heavy as well.
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A/N: editted for mistakes. Thanks for reading~ I’m astounded by how many hits this got when I woke up this morning. You all are amazing. Have a great weekend, Samurais~
