Warm
By Luna Riven
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own V for Vendetta. All I own is this computer, my ideas and a heater that's not working.
It was Christmas Eve. The world had changed. It was a new world. That had been his goal and he had completed it beautifully.
It was Christmas Eve and Evey curled up alone on her bed. She hadn't cried in so long, she thought she was incapable of crying, but she cried then.
She knew that he had died for a reason. He had given them all freedom.
She missed him so much. She knew so little about him, she had known him only a short time, but those few moments they had… the feel of his arms around her…protecting her… comforting her… that last dance…. Evey cried. She felt so lonely. She felt more alone than she had all her life. And she was cold. She smothered her face in her pillow and cried.
She felt warm arms encircle her. She didn't dare open her eyes for fear that she might break the spell. The arms were slender but strong and supported her. They pulled her up and she pressed her face against the muscular chest and inhaled, savoring the familiar odor. Gentle hands pressed against her back, holding her close. The warm voice rumbled something in her ear, sending small chills of pleasure down her spine. That voice had seemed so frightening at first, just as he had; but she had learned that he could be just as loving as he was sinister.
She leaned up to press her lips against his. They felt the same, yet oddly different. They were the same porcelain, but warmer and softer. She smiled against his ever smiling lips.
He held her close. . .protecting her… comforting her…
She opened her eyes and she was alone in her bed. But she didn't feel lonely. She touched her lips and smiled. She was warm.