Prompt: "Just once."
Rustling covers woke Naoto from a light slumber, her body bolting up straight and fingers out to pick a tableside knife up in defense. The deliberation in remaining silent made the stirring all the more alarming. Heart and hand settle down once who startled her set in. The darkness did not take away from the near translucent quality of Heine's hair flattened about his head or the dim red glow of his eyes.
"Heine?" She whispered not to wake others if she hadn't already. The real threat of the person standing by her bed not being him was too possible to toss aside, but look about him spoke to clarify what state he was in. He looked tired in his loose stature and took his time to speak in a whisper back, no feral look in his eyes and sharp teeth.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" He said reclaiming his hand from the covers he had disturbed seconds before. "Just once." The follow up was weak, too weak to come from his fanged mouth.
"Are you…sure?" She answered back after the question was mulled over. The fight to keep a yawn done drew up her hand, the state of rest she had been in to shallow to do anything. It wasn't like him, but he wasn't like him since coming back in consciousness from what monster dwelling in his psyche lost control.
There were bandages about him on parts of arms and most covered by shirt, all covering cuts and not deep stabs. They were reminders of what it took to wake him. She did not have the strength to kill him, their pact thrown aside to bring him back. Maybe she was stronger for denying it, the dilemma ran over and over again since regrouping and licking wounds.
"Yea." He glanced toward a noise in the night seeming unable to keep eye contact for long. It occurred to her there were reasons beyond loneliness to climb into the bed of another, the strongest she felt was fear haunting him. He had the right to it, they both did, the loss of control and to see your hands move against your will.
"Okay." That was it, a single word and she turned back on her side. The displacement of weight on the bed was negligible. The pull of covers and firmness at her back was not. She did not speak up, her arms bent into her body and breathing breaking into a slower pattern. Neither of them spoke for the rest of the night or of it the following morning.
Notes: First of probably many drabbles for this pairing. This one was given by a friend and inspired me to make a whole prompt giving thing for it since DOGS doesn't get a lot of fan work. Anyone is welcome to prompt me from a word, quote, picture, song, kink, and so forth and so on. I can't promise I'll get to all of them, but I'll do my best to try so.