Okay, so this is a direct sequel to Paradise. Now in Faye's POV

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You can't help but feel confused. And worried, scared, wanted, all of the above and more.

For two days, you had been holed up in your room, with the occasional meal, and brand new, angry red marks across her back. You had to remind her to wear something to cover her shoulder blades, whenever your mother might accidentally see.

You've been awake all night, simply watching her, holding her, thinking. This was as close as she had let you get. For two days, she had all but refused to let you go any further south, because she was scared that she would break down again. There was no hesitation in her actions when she flipped you and buried her hand between your legs.

Even as she slept, you can see the sheer exhaustion on her face. After losing her father to demons and self-sacrifice, and being forced to kill her biological father, you expect her to sleep for days.

It wasn't your feelings for the girl murmuring in her sleep beside you, that was puzzling you, but the behaviours she was showing only proved that she wasn't coping. She had what you had wanted, but at the same time, didn't want it at all. You had seen the insides of her arms; she had tried to scrub herself clean of the darkness within but it wasn't working.

You know that what she has is the last thing she wants, and even though you had done everything to prove that it was you with the power, you were scared that once her brothers or sisters or brothers and sisters showed up, that you would lose her. You gulp and literally shake the thoughts from your head.

You smile as she mutters something about a Power Ranger and shuffles into your arms to become the little spoon. Despite having brought her own clothes that were currently in the corner of your room, she had snuck one of your singlets to sleep in. Your hand slips under the material, the press of your lips to her bare shoulder.

You had convinced your mother to let her stay, at least until something could be sorted out with her grandmother. It wasn't hard, seeing as the blonde woman had been right there when Charles Meade took a dive. She had glanced questioningly at your joined hands but didn't verbalise her thoughts, simply nodded and asked if there was anything your girlfriend needed.

She nearly burst into tears on the spot, but shakily held it together before letting you drag her upstairs.

There was a small groan from next to you, and you tighten your arm to pull her flush against you.

Her fingers slipped into yours. "Hi."

"Morning."

There was a glint in her eyes as she rolled over. She still looked exhausted but maybe that was from the effort she put into your activities the night before. You watched silently as she flattened herself onto her back and underneath one of your legs and begun playing with your free hand.

Sparks flew between them.

You shifted and slipped a thigh between hers. Her body arched at the contact.

You smirk.

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