Staring deep into your eyes
Searching for answers to questions I can't find
She's a vision in pink and white. He wakes up pain burning through his chest but all that is an after thought when he see's her moving about the tiny apartment a soft pink robe tied loosely around her waist her white tank peeking out through the opening. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes down cast and he has this funny feeling building inside his chest. He chops it up to the pain of new stitches and a fight with a demon…nasty bitches. He sits up letting the white bed sheet fall around his hips.
"Why didn't you just leave me?" He asks her, she stops her whole body tensing. She turns slowly and looks at him with the greenest eyes he has ever seen.
"Why didn't you just leave me?" She returns her eyes roaming over him like she was looking at him for the answers that she sought. It's a good question really one he was still trying to figure out. "I…I don't know. I just couldn't." She nods accepting his answer. "Well there you go then. I couldn't very well leave you behind to die could I?" Yes she could have any normal or sane person would have. But he's coming to the realization that Caroline is neither of those things.
But then again neither was he. She moves to the kitchen her careful inspection of him over for now. He hears her rummaging around under the sink before she's walking back over to him and sitting on the bed. She crosses her legs those shiny pajama pants of hers glinting in the early sunlight. She opens the first aid kit and wipes his stitches clean with a gentle hand. He wont grimace at the sting of the antibacterial she swabs him with he does have an image to keep after all. But she does it for him like she can feel the pain he refuses to admit he has.
She doesn't ask what did this to him or for her who whatever she's thinking he'll just let her draw her own conclusions. Mostly he's to busy thinking back to that night when he had shared a moment of peace with a lovely girl that he had rescued. When she's done he stands and grabs his clothes he has to go he cant stay here with her. If he wants to be honest (which he doesn't thank you very much) he's afraid of her and the things she makes him want. There was only one other girl that made him feel that way. And it hadn't turned out so well she wound up ripping his heart out and doing the Mexican hat dance on it.
He zipped up his pants and before he tosses his tee on he looks at her. She's sitting on the bed her green eyes focused on him, her hands are folded in her lap and he feels himself stop…just stop.
His hand reaches out for her and he's pretty damn sure he has lost it. Because if he was sane he wouldn't be doing this. She slips her hand into his and he could feel the electricity roll through him he pulls her to her feet wrapping his arm around her waist bringing her body flush with his. Her breathing is erratic and tickles his chest.
"Are you gonna kiss me?" he brushes the hair that has fallen in her face away his eyes asking for permission. She tilts her head to the side her eyes heavily lidded as he brings his face close to hers. Their lips touch and fires surges through him. He's crazy he shouldn't be doing this he should just push her away and leave never looking back. But he does none of those things. They fall back onto her bed a tangle of limbs and touches that reach him in places he hasn't seen in years.
There should be just one safe place
in the world, I mean this world. People get hurt here.
People fall down and stay down and I don't like the way the song goes.
In the end she's left staring out the window her hair mussed from his fingers her robe wrapped tightly around her naked body as she watches him climb into the Impala through frost covered glass. Her fingers dance on the cold glass he looks up once and then he's gone leaving her with the feeling that this has just become their thing. She gave him her number told him to call if he ever needed a place to stay or someone to stitch him up. He left with the little ripped sheet of paper tucked carefully into his wallet.
She twisted her lips in thought and turned away from the window it didn't offer her anything anymore and turned her attention to the phone. He'll call or he wont but until then there was nothing she could do about it.