prplhez8:

(for mah girls, jules1278 and stargrabber) (not beta’d nor nuffink, just for fuuuuunz)

The sheets are flannel and create a friction of warmth as he slides them up and over them.  Curving his arm around Mercedes sleeping form, he snuggles in front to back and breathes in.  She smells like strawberries.
 
They’ve been here before.

Not here, here.  

Before was a blanket by the lake and tears and something like bittersweet.  All he knew at the time was it sucked and it hurt.  

But, it’s so different, taking time with her.  He could drag a finger up the side of her arm to her neck.  It is one of his favorite spots in the world, right there.  He loves to whisper into the side of her neck, sing songs, pray, press his lips and just linger there.

Before, he didn’t get to see her when the sun was shining.  Now, he gets to see her with the sun peeking over the hills and everything is dark and purple, but he sees her better than he ever has.  

She shivers and he stops.  

He doesn’t want to talk.  Doesn’t wanna break this thing they’ve got going on just yet.  Words hurt a lot in the past and he doesn’t want this to be something she’s sorry about.  But, she looks at him over her shoulder and smiles that tiny smile that makes him melt.  

“Kiss me,” she says.

And he does.