The house was huge. Monstrous, even. It was tall and narrow and even with five people there, it seemed eerily empty.
When lily shot up in bed, the loneliness of the room and the house did nothing to comfort her. Images were still flashing behind her eyes like a broken record- the burning building; the fighting; the people lying in the street; the flashes of colors.
The screams.
The clock flickered ten past midnight. She'd only laid down to sleep five minutes ago. Had it been a nightmare or just memories that had her heart beating frightfully hard?
Only one thought occurred to Lily- she didn't want to be alone in the too big house. The idea shouldn't have been so easy for her to accept, but it had her out of the unfamiliar bed and out the door in seconds. The hall was dark but there was only one other bedroom on the floor, one other door leading to a different too big room. A bigger room.
But that room was anything but empty.
The only light came from the dull, red blinking umbers of a clock in the corner. Lily took slow steps, unsure of why she was trying to be so quiet when she was going to wake him up anyway.
"James?" she said in a quiet voice. "James," she repeated, a bit more desperate with the black abyss of the empty hall. The sound of shifting blankets came from the black mass that she could barely make out in the red light.
"Lils?" came his raspy response. "C'mere."
It shouldn't have been so natural for her to rush forward and slide into the too warm bed; they'd only been dating for three weeks. And yet, there was no other place she could imagine being. It was the most natural thing in the world when he pulled her close to his bare chest for the very first time. The smell alone put her mid at considerable ease. His soap she knew, the scent of his bare skin was new and heady and sweet.
He was physically hot and enveloped her in his arms like an oven. Her feet tangled between his ankles, her knees freeing themselves from her borrowed nightgown and joining his in the mess of body parts they'd so effortlessly become.
It was comforting how right everything was, not matter how new. She just belonged here, tucked up against his burning chest and protected by his long arms. Her own hand flattened against his stomach, reveling in the way the muscles danced beneath her fingers as she slid to touch the expanse of his smooth back.
The perfection and ease of newness let her close her eyes and be rid of the flashes and sounds. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to.
She had been told to stay at his house that night for the safety.
It wasn't until hot, even breaths hit her ear rhythmically and muscled thighs jumbled with hers that she finally felt safe.
"Can I stay here?" she whispered into his neck, not expecting an answer and not having any intention of leaving either way. There were a few moments when all she could hear was his breath on her ear.
"Don't think I'd be able to sleep any other way," he finally whispered back.
She liked that answer.
She liked the way his legs were so eager to crisscross hers.
She liked the smell of his skin and how hot he was.
She liked flattening her palm on the dip of his lower back.
She liked how natural everything felt.
Pages: 1.5
Words: 600
Disclaimer: Don't own
Notes: I'm not sure where this came from, but I literally just popped it out in about 5 minutes _