AN: A quick hundred-word drabble, just a soft, fluffy something that came into my head.
"Why do you do that?" she asks as he wraps his leg around her waist— a habit slowly born as he grows accustomed to sharing his bed with her.
"Because I've taken you hostage, and I'm never letting you go," he purrs into her ear, and she chuckles. There is no diamond, no art, no secret as precious as the sound of her laughter; he is addicted to the sound.
"You're my prisoner, and as long as I've got you, nothing in the world will ever hurt you."
There's a smile on her face as he kisses her to sleep.