A/N: glad you liked it! Here's another one!
Bray sat in the shower, knees under his chin hugging them tighter to him. What had he done? He came really close to killing her tonight. He held his hands up infront of him, the water rolling between his fingers and across his palms. He almost killed her. She hadn't done anything to him in reality, but e had almost actually killed her. With a sort of sick pride he was really glad she could defend herself well enough to get him off of her. He relished in the burning feeling in the back of his throat. He heard her outside, calling his name at first then moving around. He assumed she was cleaning. When their room fell quiet he finished showering and brushing his teeth.
By the time he emerged from the bathroom she was asleep, flat on her back in the middle of the bed. He grimaced at the purple bruises around her throat, her pale flesh almost glowing around them in the moonlight. He turned to go sleep on the couch and she called him from the bed. "Where are you going?" She asked quietly. "Come back to our bed." He swallowed hard, sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't quite know what to say to her. She sat and took his injured arm, working on rewrapping it. "I'm really sorry." He managed to say as she touched his skin with the lightest of touches. Her hand moved to his face, touching his cheeks and forehead. Even after his shower his skin still burned. "You've got a pretty bad fever. Your body is fighting off the germs in that gator bite. I know it wasn't you trying to hurt me." He stopped her and pulled her to his chest holding her tighter then he ever had before. "Be careful of hour arm." "I'm not worried about it." He told her as he held her tightly. "I was so scared when I snapped out of it. I'm so glad you knew how to get me off of you. What if I killed you?" His hands shook as he spoke.
Her hands roamed across his broad back, rubbing small circles into bare skin. "Let me get you something for this fever and let's try to get some rest." He kissed the top of her head and let her go, watching as she rounding the bed and fishing in a drawer for some antibiotics from the last time she was sick. "Let's just pretend it didn't happen." She said as she counted out two pills and walked back to him. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. "But it did, you have the marks to show it." He kissed each mark he'd left on her throat, his hands rubbing her upper arms. "I'm so sorry." She pulled away from him and fed him the pills, passing him a glass of water from the nightstand. When he lay on his back she curled against his bare side, his arm resting on her hip. She kissed his chest over his heart and nuzzled against him, her hand in his hair.
The next morning they dressed in silence. He watched on sadly as she snapped a thick leather choker around her throat, covering the dark bruises. It clasped at the hollow of her throat, a small heart shaped padlock keeping it in place. "I wish you wouldn't wear that." He told her. "I gotta wear something over the bruises. I can't go on tv with them." He grimaced at the thought of her walking around with a lock at her throat, locking away the secret or what happened last night. She felt his forehead and it was cool to the touch, the fever gone. "You'll have to show them this wound at work." She told him quietly as she peeked at it under the bandages. "They won't let you fight tonight, so you can escort me to my match." She smiled as she pulled a black tank top on over her black sports bra. He grabbed his title belt and passed hers to her.
They met with the boys and Kaitlyn outside and loaded up in the van, headed for the next show. "What was with all the commotion last night?" Kaitlyn whispered to Evangeline. "Bray had a bad dream, that's all." She responded and Kaitlyn eyed her choker suspiciously as she took the passenger seat next to Luke. He looked up at Evangeline in the rear view mirror and she smiled broadly at her, pulling Bray's arm around her in the backseat. With that Luke started the van and pulled out from the driveway. Erik struck up a conversation with Bray and Evangeline slipped her headphones onto her ears, letting Johnny Cash sing her back to sleep.