I swear to have my other stories updated soon, but this just attacked me and I had to write it or I was going to die. Please leave reviews, I'll love you forever.
She is the epitome of beauty.
Before her, you never would have had that thought.
Hell, before her, you probably couldn't have spelled the word "epitome". But here you are, watching her sleep and wishing that you could just stay like this forever.
God, when did you become such a sap?
You've been asking yourself the same question for months. But these changes have been happening long before you realized that you needed her, truly needed her.
The questions you asked yourself all should have led you to this conclusion. And they did. But it took a hell of a long time.
When did you start wearing pressed shirts? When did Maura's shoes find their way into your closet? Hell, when did Maura's clothes begin to take over the closet?
You asked yourself those questions, and the answers were simple enough. Best friends, it was just something that best friends did.
You'd never had a best friend before her- not a real one, anyway. So the sleepovers and lingering touches and playful remarks all seemed like something that best friends just did.
Or maybe you were just trying to convince yourself that it was nothing more than friendship…
She's still asleep. And she murmurs your name the way she does sometimes, when she's deep into it. You remember some silly fact about REM sleep then, and that familiar thought that she's rubbing off on you bounces around in your head once again. She certainly does rub off on you- in more ways than one.
You laugh to yourself at your own joke, and she stirs a bit, reaching for you in her sleep.
Her caramel colored locks are unruly, she's not wearing any make-up, but you still always think that she's the most beautiful woman that you've ever seen.
You let her pull you in, just as you have so many times. She clings to you with that grip that surprised you that first time. She's so strong, for a woman that appears to be so fragile. But you know that she's strong, both inside and out. She's endured as much as you have, her emotional toils matching your physical ones.
You belong here. You belong in her arms, in this bed, in this world. It is the first time since you walked into the BPD, so many years ago, that you've felt that strong knowledge that you belonged somewhere.
The tears hit you before you can stop them. For once, you don't try. She makes you this way, you feel safe with her. You can feel.
You can feel.
You don't have to be afraid to cry or to hurt, because she understands that you're human, and you feel. With her, you're not expected to be strong all the time. Or rather, you can cry and still be strong in her eyes.
You kiss her then, with reverence, breathing her in and letting the quiet pull you in again. She kisses you softly, her eyelashes fluttering and tickling your cheek.
"I love you, too, Jane" she whispers, kissing the tear that hasn't yet dried before she burrows her head in the crook of your neck.
She doesn't have to ask why the tears are there. She might later, but for now, she falls asleep in the safety of your arms, breathing evenly and murmuring every now and then.
Her breathing and the beating of her heart lull you to sleep, a single thought resonating through your mind as you travel to that peaceful place with her.
This is home.