Sorry I haven't updated in a while. College is kicking my ass. Reviews keep me going though;)
FYI- This is before chapter 1. It's the first nightmare that comes in their relationship, and kind of sets up parts of chapters to come. Hope you enjoy some fluff! I'm pretty positive there will be more steam soon. ;)
A gasp shattered the silence as Butch came to his senses.
The fuck?
It was pitch black, the lights having been turned off several hours ago when they'd gone to bed, but there was movement. From what he could tell in the darkness, the room was undisturbed.
It was the bed that was moving.
Looking behind his shoulder, he could see V thrashing in his sleep. It wasn't that he was shaking the bed or anything that had alerted Butch to the slight movement. It was the fact that V hardly moved a muscle in his sleep unless it was to some how get closer to him. Limbs tucked close to his body, Vishous usually slept like the dead.
Not tonight though. The change in their pattern had been the thing that had alerted Butch to V's unconscious struggle.
There was a light sheen of sweat covering V's forehead as he lay on his side. Twisting and turning in the blanket, hands balled in it, seemingly fighting off some imagined foe, V was the picture of unease. His face, even in the darkness swallowing the two, could be clearly seen wearing a mask of fear. Maybe pain, as soft gasp fell from V's lips once again.
What the fuck should he do? This had never happened before.
He couldn't take seeing V like this. Even if it was just a nightmare. He never wanted to see V in any kind of distress, especially since V was always the solid one in any kind of situation or when he was just pissed as fuck. No way. He owed it to V to be here for him had to be something he could do, some way to soothe his lover without waking him. He knew without asking that once the big guy was up, no amount of coaxing could get him back down unless he damn well pleased.
Trying to make no sound, cause no extra movement on the bed, Butch began to scoot himself closer to the still restless V.
Stroking first his tense arm, Butch could immediately feel as V froze. He continued the movement, softly brushing at his arm while simultaneously trying to slowly cocoon V with his body.
Because if the roles were reversed, he couldn't think of a better way to be comforted then with V's warmth and presence. It might sound fucking corny to say, but it was the truth. The bond they had was exactly that of any of their brothers and their shellans. Unbreakable. And he needed to be solid right now.
Gently cradling the back of his head, Butch moved until V's face was pressed into his neck.
Hoping to steady his mate's unsteady ones, Butch took a deep breath, slowly letting it out again as one of his arms went to rub light circles at V's back and one weaved it's way into his hair.
Honestly, he thought it was the hair that did it. All movement ceased as V seemed to melt into him. As he threaded his fingers through his long hair, all the tension left his body, his breaths slowed to match the Cop's, and he couldn't help but nuzzle further into Butch's neck with a small sigh of contentment.
Thank the fucking lord. He'd found the key!
Closing his eyes with a grin on his face, Butch fell back into a peaceful sleep that echoed the man's he had pressed into every part of himself.
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