This one's AUish and rated 'T' for implications of sex, just to be on the safe side...
Disclaimer: See first story.
Ledah likes to be held.
I never would have thought him to be the cuddling type (I actually used to think he was untouchable) but here we are; tangled in the warmth of our bedsheets, our bodies wrapped together. The love we made was amazing, but I think Ledah's favourite part is the aftermath. He's asleep in my embrace, his breathing soft, rhythmic, and sweeter to my ears than any lullaby. I rest my chin on his hair, still damp with sweat, and smile as I start to drift off. I think, now that he has no duty to hide behind, now that his inability to feel is starting to splinter and crack, that maybe he just wants, needs something secure.
Sometimes, I think he may even be afraid of himself; someone he hasn't been acquainted with in far too long. I was lucky enough to find friends and real purpose here in Riviera. In finding that, I found myself. I hope it will do the same for Ledah.
But for now, simply knowing that I can provide Ledah with that something secure he wants and needs so desperately... I think that's the best thing I could've ever found.