A/N: This is a quick drabble from Burke's POV. Beware: It's kinda fluffy (I can't handle myself around this couple), painfully short and it has no dialogues. Anyways, I hope you like it.

Take me there

As far as he knew this was it. From this point on nothing could be better. It was the perfect bliss. Having her there, all vulnerable lying in his arms. But somehow he felt like the vulnerable one. All these emotions that overwhelmed him every time his chest rose, breathing in her scent, confirmed he was way too deep in this to ever come back. But he couldn't help it. She looked so fragile and the contrast of his big, strong, masculine body against hers just made her look more breakable.

Her tiny hand resting in his bare chest looked so little and he felt the need to cover it with his own, to protect it. But it was only appearances. He knew better than to think she was susceptible in any way. She had a small frame but he was sure she could give him a black eye any day. However he wasn't strong enough to keep his hand from wrapping around hers. And so he did to which she responded grabbing slightly his thumb and his heart skipped a beat. Her hand looking even smaller than it did before.

When he wasn't too diminished by a long day at work he usually waited until she fell asleep so he could come here; to this place where he fell in love with her over and over again until he could no longer keep falling only because he touched bottom and finally fell asleep. A place where her defenses were down and she responded to his every touch with loving caresses.

Right here and now he didn't care if she was stubborn or guarded or challenging or messy, hell, he didn't even care if she couldn't tell him how she felt, because he knew; who needed words when with every single touch he knew how she felt exactly. He knew she had reached with him a level of intimacy and trust she had never shared with anyone. Because knowing her, she probably didn't even trust her shadow.

She moves closer to him pulling up her right leg over his abdomen and burying her head in his chest for just a second, mouthing something that resembles an 'I love you' holding her fingers tighter around his thumb. A wave of feelings, that all together can only be defined as happiness hits him hard in the chest and in that moment it seems a little hard to breathe, as if the air in the room had become suddenly thicker. She always does it and he knows she might never find out she does. Always takes him there with the same inconscient gestures. She's the only one who can do it and she doesn't even know it.

Sometimes she can surprise him with her decisions but he has one thing straight thou, he knows how she feels. Maybe she doesn't but he does. Maybe she'll never admit it, not to him, not to herself. But he doesn't need her to, because he has this, this perfect and untouchable bliss.