I've been having the urge to write something to calm my Gallavich feels so I wrote this.
Hope you like it and even if you don't review and criticize.
When he's sleeping, he lets me love him.
H lets me run my fingers down his back and count the bumps of his spine.
He lets me draw patterns on his skin with my fingertips.
He lets me touch the scars on his body and imagine the stories behind each of them.
When he's sleeping, I can thread our fingers together and hold his hand tight.
I can run my fingers through his hair and watch the small blonde hairs catch in the light.
I can feel the muscles beneath his skin finally relax.
I can make the furrow between his eyebrows disappear.
When he's sleeping, I can kiss him.
I can feel his soft lips underneath mine, soothe them with small licks.
I can run my tongue across them and make them part.
I can map out his mouth and suck on his tongue.
I can feel his body shiver and swallow his gasp.
When he's sleeping I can hold the broken pieces of his heart and put them together again.
I can turn his fears into hope.
When he's sleeping, he lets me love him.