Title and Author - Brewing Storms' - Chapter Five - Becky

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The soles of his feet touched the cold, wooden floorboards, his form moving around the house, looking for her. Her. She sat, the blanket wrapped around her torso, her own body sprawled across the couch.

" Whatcha doin'?" His tone was soft, light, and mellow, cutting through the night-time silence, with a whisper. Her head moved, as did her body, sitting up, and welcoming him among the cushions.

" Nothing. I couldn't sleep. I was fidgeting. Didn't want to wake you." Her sleep deprivation was apparent through her short sentences.

" You wouldn't have." This, undoubtedly, was true. She wouldn't have, because, simply, nothing would have done. And if she had, it didn't matter, because it was her. And only her.

He accepted her hand, his body curling next to her, her head finding his chest, his arms encircling her again, pulling them both into the warmth that was needed. Exhaustion. Sleep deprivation. Tiredness.

" What woke you?" Her voice now cut through the forever drifting silence, leaving him to awaken his eyes.

" You weren't there", he stated simply, shifting his arms around her, a coy smile upon his lips.

It was what they lived for. Moments like these. They didn't need to talk, to communicate, because they were living for moments like this. To be together, with eachother. And they were.

" Oh."

They were both upon the edges of sleep. Both of them, their eyes closing, their body's growing heavier, both of them. Nearly asleep -

" We don't go out enough."

But not quite yet.

" We will."

He was turning in the edge of sleep, whispering in the darkness to her, dosing next to him.

" Tomorrow. I'll book it in the morning. Before we go to work. Somewhere nice. Dinner."

And then he went. He drifted into the world of unexplainable sleep, because all of what he said was true. He would book dinner in the morning before work, somewhere nice, because they didn't go out enough. But they didn't have to. They really didn't. Because it was moments like these that they lived for. To be together, which they were.

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Author's Notes ; Well, that was another chapter, and what a full gone conclusion of absolute fuzz was within it. I've written this same chapter twice now, and admittedly, the first one was better, and I would have used that, if it hadn't have been for the infuriating machine that my computer is. It shut down on me, when I was typing the last line. Needless to say, I wasn't a happy bunny. Anyway, drifting from the point slightly. That's a chapter to this plotless story, and please, do, make my day be reviewing!

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