Set kind of in Unravel Me and kind of in Ignite Me. Strikethroughs are in bold after the AN. Review.

Drowning

"None," he is whispering, lips moving against faded scars and angry bruises. "None." No pain, no pain, none.

"Aaron-" I am scared but breathless at the same time. "A-Aaron-" He's kissing down my chest, his hands at my hips and I'm gasping growing going—but he's not. Warm lips on my stomach, warmer tears slipping down farther. "S-stop-" I cry out but I want it I want more it want more he keeps mumbling against my navel, farther down, farther down and I'm unraveling in front of him and it feels good.

I bite down on a moan. "Warner!" I snap and I have him on my leash. He is startled and blushing and sputtering but I don't care pull him close and hug him to my naked chest. "I'm sorry."

He's clearing his throat, trying not to choke on sobs whose diamond fingers are clinging to his lungs. "I-" he starts, and he's broken again. "I d-don't like that." He whispers, fingers digging into my shoulders. "Juliette—I don't—I-I don't-"

"It's okay," I say, and lean in close to his ear. "I know. I know. You're Aaron. I'm sorry. You're Aaron."

He tucks his head into my shoulder, nose buried in my hair. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "Juliette, J-Juliette p-please-"

I hug him tighter, whisper over his broken pleas. "Aaron, Aaron, Aaron," and he keep trying to breath like he's drowning but the words are a life preserver. His fingers dig into my skin and he's feverish against me but I don't care I don't care I don't care because he's sad and Warner's never sad.

"Aaron," I keep whispering until he starts saying back "Juliette-" as if it grounds him, as if my name is an iceberg in the depths of the ocean he's drowning in, in the ocean of memories and blood that is consuming him and his sadness makes me angry devastated.

"Aaron," I whisper into the damp skin at his neck. "Aaron," I say, until he finally chokes on the diamonds, and clouds of rotted sunshine leak out of his eyes and I'm so glad I'm touching him because I want to break something I want to leave before I hurt him anymore and I want to kill his father all over again.

"Juliette-" He says, and hugs me tighter. "I d-don't unders-s-stand-" He's squeezing my arms so hard they hurt, now, but I know why, so I don't do anything. "J-Juliette-"

"Aaron," I whisper again.

"Juliette—I-I'm scared." he says, just barely a whisper, and I'm dying, shaking with the earthquakes I want to create, crying from the effort it takes to sit still, stuttering to keep from shouting and my Aaron my Aaron is shattering unraveling fracturing drowning

And I am still because I am the life raft now.