Missing Year comfort fic is my fav
He's no stranger to darkness, both the absence of light and the oily blackness that creeps (invited) into mankind's heart. Dexterous fingers honed on picking rich men's locks tug at fine, corseted laces, tumble waves of dark hair, and the careful study of angled silhouettes in the light supply preordained paths for eager lips to travel in the privacy of night.
Whatever this is between them, the darkness consumes them together, swallows their rounded sighs and sharp cries, spells them away from the clarity of dawn.
Two become one, and then become (reluctant) two once more, and though parting is such sweet sorrow, as she'd told him once, he knows the tears now drifting down her cheeks spring not from anything as bright as release or joy. Her trembling lip taps the recesses of his own grieving heart, a double thump of empathy coalescing behind his breastbone. Silent tears shift to soft weeping, her delicate hand sliding to cover her mouth, but where he next thought to find the stinging lash of her tongue, he finds only weary acceptance at his witness of her vulnerability.
He slides from the cradle of her hips, curls their bodies together until her body nests in his, an arm slung heavy across her middle while the other clutches her shoulders to his chest. She turns her face, muffling her sobs in the warmth of the sheets, but he feels the weight of her anguish like gravity's inexorable pull.
Not even the finest poets could fill an empty heart fractured with loss. He speaks in subdued caresses, punctuates with secreted kisses, tucking them behind the strong line of her jaw as he listens to her reply hidden in the firm grip on his forearm. Her body contracts with sorrow, attempts to expel the grief and guilt clotting her lungs, the agony of loss never to be recovered.
She's no stranger to the darkness, either, but for tonight, at least, she won't walk through it alone.