A/N: I apologize once again for how long this creative process is taking. The muse has been on and off my case, bit I saw little glimpses of the way this is heading, after that amazing premier last night. However if you had a certain thought poking your mind, let me know.
This is a shorter chapter. I apologize for that!
The spelling or grammar mistakes you may find, are mine only and if you point them out I'll gladly fix them.
Once again I will love to thank my Dear Xiratania, for being a constant source of inspiration and support.
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Love and Bullets: Chapter 3
Glimpses of this nightmare of a night kept returning to her head. She'd be lying in bed for what seemed like the longest time. Fumbling into darkness and being pulled from it, in a recurrent pace. Her drifting into and off of sleep resembling a calm ocean tide crashing against a stranded shipwreck. Time... Right now time just meant nothing but shadows that moved across the wall, keeping her company and saying nothing at all. It felt unreal but once again she reminded herself that her perception of time might had been distorted because of the experience.
This traumatic event of feeling lost at second hand, and being grateful and ashamed at the same time for being lucky enough not to experience it at first one.
She was embarrassed, cause she was hurting for a love one, a beautiful child but at the same time Sharon was glad it was not her own.
She felt the urgent impulse of shaking those thoughts off her head. Her child was safely home. She knew from the text she got from Laura early that evening, so she allowed herself not to make this about her daughter's lost right now, there would be plenty of time for that once she got up and had to call her to in a few hours. Right now the feeling was for her, for the fact that Sammie was taken away for good.
As pleading for forgiveness she whispered "I grieve for you" while one solitaire tear slid down her cheek.
She was defeated. Physically and emotionally drained. Her muscles lied immobile across the mattress, feeling like a lump. Like a slight burden to her soul.
Just as the ethereal world was gaining domain over her awareness again, she heard in the softest of tones "I know you are, and I do too "
Without opening her eyes she felt as his index finger ran over the side of her face, tracing the wet path the tear had left.
She inhaled deeply as if to remind herself she was still alive and not delusional of this moment's occurrence, when she felt her bed bend beside her from his weight. This time she was rapidly pulled from her silent reverie.
As he positioned himself behind her, she remained undisturbed. Sharon was incapable, from exhaustion, to move a single cell of her body, besides the ones synapsing at that very moment. So she kept her eyes shut and allow her other senses to provide her with an image of this presence that was accompanying her.
He moved his hand slowly from her cheek to her arm, and after gently caressing it, he leaned a little more to hold her warmly. Eliminating any doubt she still had of the identity of this being. She could remember his manly scent, his strong and caring embrace.
Sharon trembled at the realization of having him next to her. So close and so far away for him to reach out to her. Without even noticing it, she opened her arms slightly and despite the fact of having her back to him, she returned the hug as if trying to move her heart a step closer to this soul that was stretching for her.
He placed his head next to hers and whispered to her ear. "I'm here Sharon, and I won't leave you"
At the sound of his voice and after registering the meaning of what he said, she quivered.
Sensing her trembling body beneath his arms, he started to move his hand along the side of her body exposed to him. Running the touch from her arm, through her waist and coming to rest with a soft tug on her hip.
She knew from the tenderness of his caress, that this was meant to sooth any maelstrom left in her, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, cause she sensed every ending nerve of her body awake and tingling inside her.
Accessing all the power left in her, she turned to face him. Without opening her eyes she place her head beneath the crock of his neck enjoying the warm and comfort his body kept providing her.
She could feel the smile forming in his mouth before it became a soft kiss, stamped in her temple.
How could she feel such sense of tranquility when not long ago only disquiet hunted her being? As if hearing her thought he simply replied "hush, I'm not too big on words but you must trust me on this one. Everything we'll be alright"
With a simple nod he understood the message was received and Sharon felt as his body got even closer to hers. He was almost trying to fuse them together. She shivered while his hand traveled the contours of her face, her neck, her shoulder blades, even throughout the clothes she was wearing, this felt so intimate and profound. But when he reached the exterior outline of her breast, she trembled, sensing a burning ember starting to arise from her very core.
He composed himself and let his hand linger to her arm, resting finally in hers as he touched the silhouette of her fingers.
Burying his nose on the luxuriant locks of auburn hair behind the nape of her head, he kissed her softly saying "its time for you to rest".
Sharon let out a sigh and a smile spread in her face. Relaxed enough she begun to feel her mind falter once again and as it started to get carried away by nothingness.
Using the last bit of strength she managed to whisper. "Are you real Andy?" As she snuggle onto him. She felt abandon take over when she heard. "I am as real as you want me to be Sharon"