A/N: Just a little something from Yang's point of view…

Fix

Bait your breath, close your eyes, and melt. Sink into me, into everything I can't say, because I'm not you. I'm not good with words. Elegance…or is it eloquence? Whatever it is, it eludes me. I wish it didn't. That I could just…tell you. That maybe you'd be okay with it.

But I can't.

I just can't.

I'm not able to. It's stupid, really. I know that you think I'm all full of confidence, that no matter what, nothing get's me down...but this does.

Telling you the truth, it would yank you backwards. Maybe the both of us backwards. It would make you agree to things that we swore this would never be. In the depth of night, a few weeks back, I held in my arms for the first time. Gave you my all, that first time. I promised, I'd keep you warm. I'd take your pain away. I'd watch over you, because you've never had that.

Something so freakishly simple.

Something, we've all had, in some way or another…all of us, but you.

If you weren't sleeping, I'd take you again. Mark you as mine where no one else could see. Take you to hell, before giving you a taste of heaven. Then, and only then, I'd etch my every emotion into you.

With my tongue.

Teeth.

Fingertips.

I'd shatter you, melt you, like the ice that you are. Make you cry, force you to scream…my name, the one thing, the only thing from your lips. The only thing that you can think of to say between the heated madness of what we do together.

To you, it's just a fuck.

To me…to me…it's not something I can put into words.

You're not awake, though. You're sleeping, buried into me. Safe. Warm.

So here we are.

Another tangled embrace. Your breath ghosting across the nape of my neck. Your weight a gentle reminder that I'm not alone, and that you need me. That you crave me.

Like an addict craves their drug.

Like an alcoholic drowns in liquor.

I'm your fix. Even if it's only like this. Even if, it's only in the depth of this deep night sky that hides the both of us.

And you…you're my…

My…

No…

You're mine…Weiss Schnee.

We just haven't said it out loud yet.