A/N: I like to think that this is a snippet from a fic from an alternate universe where I actually finish my stories. I have no idea where this came from, but if it's too bad please keep in mind that I wrote it at 1 am.
She told him she could do it and she really tried to let him do as he pleased and just take it, but when he moved like that, and touched her there, and whispered those things to her, the memories came flooding back to the front of her mind, vivid and terrifying. She took deep breathes and tried to steady herself, but she didn't last a minute before those damned tears came again, ruining everything. She could feel her heart being torn when he stopped to look at her, then moved away.
'No no no, please don't leave me, please.'
He didn't say anything for a moment, just standing there beside the bed, staring at her as she attempted to pull herself together. It wasn't working. Despite the fact that the last thing she wanted was to be by herself right now, she couldn't help but roll onto her side, curl up into a ball, and bring her hands up to cover her face from him.
'Please say something, anything, just stop staring'
The tears came faster as she went deeper into hysterics. She wasn't looking at him anymore, because her mind had already convinced itself of how he felt.
'I've ruined it now. He's going to leave me here. He hates me. Why did I do this? Why am I like this? Please don't leave me.'
Her trembling increased tenfold when she felt his hand on her shoulder and the bed dipping beside her, thoughts of how he was going to hurt her now running through her head. She was beyond shocked when he didn't choke her, or beat her, or force her back into the position they were in before, but simply laid down beside her and pulled up the covers. He began to run his fingers through her hair, and trace soothing patterns on the skin of her shoulder, all the while whispering apologies and comforting words into the back of her head as he waited for her to calm down. Sensing that he didn't want to hurt her, she turned around to face him and buried her face in the crook of his neck, sobbing out all of her sorrow, frustration, and humiliation from the past few months. The hand that was on her shoulder moved to her back to pull her closer and continue drawing invisible patterns while his other hand ran through her hair again and again.
Eventually, the sobs became exhausted whimpers, and both of them fell into a heavy, comfortable sleep in each other's arms.
A/N: "But who is Grell with?" Well, originally, I was gonna make it a certain someone with glasses, but when I realized that I never mentioned his name in the story, I figured I'd leave it a mystery. Thank you for reading!