heel[heel] noun
1. the back part of the human foot, below and behind the ankle.
"The heels of my feet?" Carly mimicked in disbelief. Freddie took a break from the hand massage he was administering in order to lift the delicate foot resting in his lap. He examined it carefully.
"Actually, you'd probably consider it the arch more than the heel itself…"
"If that's not the straaaaangest-"
"You asked, babe," Freddie said defensively, though his voice had an undertone of laughter, as he returned to gently kneading the palm of her hand with his thumbs.
"Yeah, thinking you'd say my lips, or eyes, or anything else, but the bottom of my feet? Weird."
Freddie daringly looked her in the eyes. "Alright. Ask me again, Shay."
Carly squared her shoulders and squinted her eyes suspiciously before asking, "Freddie, what do you think is my sexiest asset?"
He held his stare an replied smugly, "Original answer stands."
The brunette laughed and tossed the nearest pillow, just barely missing his head. "You're a freak, Benson."
He chuckled. "And you love me still."
"Yeah, against my better judgment."
Heal [heel] verb (use without object)
become whole or sound; mend; get well
I never knew I could feel this awful…more importantly, I never imagined being capable of causing this much pain.
All I had to do to prevent his accident was look both ways before I crossed the stupid street, something everyone is taught when we're five. Instead, I managed to almost get hit by a truck…and I would have totally deserved it, had he not saved me.
Looking at his peaceful face (which I'm sure is peaceful due to, in large part, the super strong pain meds), it kills me even more to see how broken he looks in his cast, with all his scrapes and bruises, in this huge hospital bed. Such a contrast from his comfortably rested expression. All the times I rejected him, just because I was too chicken to face my own feelings, didn't stop him from risking his life to save mine. The mere idea of losing him before having the chance to tell him how I feel renders me breathless and heartbroken.
I lean over his slumbering frame, hesitant at first, then I pressed a kiss to his unknowing lips…and I hope this is the first step to healing us both.
A/N: "Heel" is actually the first drabble I had written in my head, but I had no clue what to title it. I thought of "heal" today while at lunch. :o)
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