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prompt: the way you said I love you: as we huddle together, the storm raging outside.
word count: 334
all of my love (to you)
Letting out a tiny tired sigh, she nuzzled deeper into Steven. They were cuddled up on the cot in his room; his arms tightly wrapped around her and one hand played with her hair, while her head rested on his chest, soothed by his beating heart. It was the kind of peace that Jackie only found with him, where she didn't feel the need to talk just to feel less alone.
It was quiet except for the muted sounds from the storm outside—rain pelting against the house, echo of thunder and crackle of lightning. Blending almost seamlessly with the Led Zeppelin playing.
Jackie couldn't ever remember a time in her life when she felt safer. Not even as a little girl dancing with her daddy on his toes. Or when her mom actually paid her attention, buying her extravagant dresses and dolls. Even as a child, if Jackie understood one truth, it was that while her parents might love her, they didn't love her enough.
Unable to stop herself, she inhaled Steven's masculine woodsy scent, allowing it to calm her almost instantly. Then placed a delicate kiss to his collarbone that only she'd know about.
His lips brushed the top of her head gently. "Love you, doll," he whispered so quietly she'd almost missed it.
"I love you," began Jackie as she brought a hand up to scratch the hair at the nape of his neck, "too, Puddin'." She'd spoken through a dazzling smile, and though he couldn't see it, Jackie didn't doubt he knew it was there.