Universal: Drabbles From the Daring Mind of Crystalazer
Undulation
noun. a gentle rising and falling in the manner of waves
He returns home late that night. She is already asleep when he pushes open the bedroom door of their tiny apartment. There's a slightly crumpled magazine next to her, an indication that she tried to wait for him. He's glad she's not awake to see him like this, tired and broken and still hearing the dying screams of the twenty-six people he's killed tonight. They ring dully in his ear, and he's flinched more than once at the climax of their shrieks of agony in the last few hours.
Shrugging off his dirty, blood-drenched uniform, he climbs into bed with her, taking extra care not to make excessive noise or movement. She's always been a light sleeper, so that didn't help much.
Their faces are so close together that he can feel her even breath on his skin. It's hot and comforting, and he must the sudden urge to take her in his arms and hold her against him and cry and make the voices go away for one night. This is how it is each night and this will have to be enough. He keeps her in rhythm, and she keeps him sane.