" Nightmares & Comfort "

requested by Kira Tsumi

It had almost become routine.

The tremors, violent shakes that could measure with their own magnitude, would wake her.

Genevieve would stir softly, her head lurching upwards as the form on the bed beside her quivered violently.

Will shook to her right, legs kicking and arms shaking out of a dark fear that had taken over his subconscious. The man was drenched in a cold sweat, brunette curls plastered to his forehead.

These were the most terrifying nights for Gen. She feared for him, shaking his shoulder and calling out sharply.

"Will," she screeched as he trembled, "Will, sweetie, it's a dream. It's all a bad dream."

That's when his blue eyes would shoot open and his breaths would become as sporadic and panicked as his actions.

She would smile softly then, a smile that was drenched in relief and reassurance.

"You're okay, Will," she would kiss his sweat drenched head, "It was a nightmare."

Gen sighed, shaking her head softly. She helped him peel the sweat drenched shirt over his head, her hands massaging the exposed skin of his stomach in the tender manner that always seemed to calm him down after a nightmare.

She would whisper soft things to him, cradling his head in her lap, her fingers knotted themselves in his curls. Will would calm down after a few minutes, his breathing becoming regular and relaxed with each tender kiss planted in his mess of bed head.

Her humming of some old doo-wop song became his white noise; it became his life jacket in a sea of horrors.

Gen possessed a patience that stirred a warm feeling in him; it made him feel loved and cared for... emotions he didn't often experience. Will couldn't thank her enough. No amount of touches or hugs or kisses or thank you's would surmount to the duties she had taken up when she committed herself to him.

"Goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married. Gee, I really love you and we're gonna get married. Goin' to the chapel of love."

Her voice was just above a whisper, her lips dancing across his forehead as they laid together. Will couldn't help but chuckle, admiring her song choice. Her fingers worked at his curls as his head rested in her lap. Gen busied herself with intricate twirls and tender kisses, humming softly.

When Will finally calmed, his fingers would weaved between hers as he moved her to his lap. Gen stirred against his chest, her long legs draping across his. Warm calloused hands drifted up and down the stretch of her calves, causing goosebumps to erupt along her arms and shoulders.

Will smiled proudly at the reaction, letting his ministrations venture further to her thighs, his head ducking to her shoulder.

"Thank you," his lips danced across the freckled skin of her arms, "I'm sorry. I can't help the nightmares."

Gen only nodded, her hand squeezing his. "It's okay."

"No, it's not," he pecked her lips, sighing.

Gen only hugged him close. "You've got me. I'm not leaving."

"Please," he muttered, "Never."

"Whooooa, I'll be his and he'll be mine. We'll love until, the end of time and we'll never be lonely anymore," she whispered, brushing her nose against his.

Will gave a smile, swallowing before picking up the small lullaby. "Because we're goin' to the chapel and we're gonna get married."

Gen just hugged him close and Will clung. The two knotted themselves in one another's arms; kisses were exchanged, and hearts seemed to beat together as one. It was then that Will knew she would never leave.

Gen was his, and he was hers.

A/N:

The song Gen and Will are singing is Chapel of Love by The Dixie Cups! I honestly love that song and I feel like Gen and Will can totally work that. Sorry this one is so short!