Post Fire and Hemlock fic. I own naught. Except perhaps, hopefully, Carterhaugh? Quells under Tam Lin's glare Okay okay, I own nothing. Happy?
She would always sleep beneath the sheets. He always slept on top of them. She would feel cold at night. He would feel warm. She would sleep very late. He would sleep sharp at ten. She would fear the dark. He would just laugh. She would curl up. He would sleep straight. She would have night mares. He would have dreams. Analysis would show she was insecure. It would say he wasn't. Complete opposites. Some people would say dangerous, left on their own. Prone to recklessness and stupidity. But few knew.
When she slept beneath the sheets, she never felt cold because of his warm arm around her waist, and his palm on her navel. He never felt hot because of her cool touch, and caress. When she was with him, she'd never want to stay out of the room, till late. She would never fear the dark when in his arms. When she curled up he would hold her and when she screamed she would wake up to a loving smile and a kiss. Her insecurities were killed when she was his eyes, saw how much he loved her.
That was about it. love at its extremes. Who would have guessed?
Not like I planned. Hope it's not toooo bad thought.
Love,
Lady Merlin.
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