A/N: Valtor and Griffin seem to have different views on what a storm at night entails but Valtor is willing to be convinced. Ever since we had a mild storm and I had this idea, I can't help but want it to rain at night. It's just so soothing.

The thunder rumbled outside and it was only the warmth of Griffin's body pressed against him that helped him keep his heartbeat steady. He tried to focus on her quiet breaths–they sounded like safety–and not on Tharma's cackling that he could hear in his mind. Or the shiver that ran down his spine at the sound of the–undoubtedly cold–rain that was pouring outside.

"This is so soothing," Griffin spoke and he could hear the content in her voice even if he couldn't see it on her face thanks to the way her head was laid down on his chest.

"What, the storm?" he asked incredulously, the words slipping from his mouth before he could quite get his shock under control.

"Yes," Griffin said, her voice firm and carrying hints of excitement. "It's perfect for falling asleep to the soft sound of the falling raindrops." All he could hear was the aggressive downpour and the violent wind. That was of course when there weren't deafening thunders that called loudly to his nightmares. "And the knowledge that we're in here where it's warm and dry, and... cuddly," he heard the mirth in her voice, "while the storm is raging outside," well, she got that right, "is so cozy." She pressed herself harder into him as if to convince him in the truth of her argument.

"I wouldn't use that word," he said as he chuckled forcedly, trying to keep the mood light and not drag her into the hurricane in his own mind. "There's too much thunders and howling wind for it to be peaceful," he said, hating himself for the quietness of the words since he couldn't make them louder. And he was afraid to. Afraid that the lightnings would be turned on him if he voiced his complaints.

Griffin moved to look at him and he sighed before meeting her gaze rather reluctantly. "I'm here and I love you," she said before pressing her lips against his neck and making her way upwards, the softness of her kisses tickling in a way that chased away the unpleasant shivers to replace them with their opposites. "And I'm ready to whisper it to you until it drowns out everything else in your mind," her hot breath hit his ear, caressing his skin with her promise.

He pulled her closer, entirely on top of him so that he could feel all of her skin. "I'm lucky to have you," he said as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck. His hands tangled in her hair and the softness of the purple tresses chased away the harshness of the memories of electricity coursing through his body and cold biting at his skin as cruel, vicious words rang in his ears.