It's been awhile, hasn't it? I've been busy playing Mass Effect 3…oh, and going to school. Yeah, that too. As for the future of this story, it's still going to be a collection of oneshots/drabbles that I don't want to stand on their own for various reasons. Here's a little something because I have ACTs tomorrow and I am super anxious about them. Oh, and if you're in the mood for something unnecessarily silly and fun, check out my story How Did That Get There?. Seriously. Do it.
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Fidget
She fidgeted.
It was barely noticeable- a tap of the fingers here, a shift of position there. Her foot began to move of its own accord, bare toes tracing circles on the stone cold floor. Somewhere inside the pit of her stomach, a knot took root firmly, spreading its influence up and down her body, curling tendrils around her spine, oozing through her toes. The inside of her ears pounded, a thrumming echo of her racing heart. An itch spread its way to her fingers as they craved movement. Thoughts ran around and around her head before settling at her temples, putting pressure on her already clouded and sleep deprived head. When she blinked, her eyes ached, screaming at her to rest and relax. She ignored them.
She fidgeted.
It was barely noticeable-but he noticed it. He could feel her whole body shake as he pulled her into her arms. He felt the tension under his fingertips as they glided up and down her shoulder blades in an effort to calm her. Her forehead was burning under his lips as he gently reassured her that he was there. Even as close to her as he was, he had never seen her so worked up before. In a way, sensing her anxiety made him love her even more. She was as human as he was.
Slowly she closed her heavy lids, leaning back into his warm mass. A sigh escaped her as his fingers wove their way through her hair and then found their way to her temple, circling smoothly around the tense area, until her breathing slowed and her thoughts eased. As she felt the hazy beckon of sleep wrap around her, she foggily thought how grateful she was to have someone who took care of her, even when she was too stubborn to ask for it. Someone to lean on.