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He didn't sleep that night, gently caressing the hair of the girl in his arms, his cloak was wrapped securely around her, keeping her warm. He knew she was getting better because the color had returned to her cheeks.
Deidara held her tighter, he couldn't bear closing his eyes, he had got so close to losing her, he couldn't bear the idea. He knew she was important, he just never realized how much. The world held no meaning without her and that was something that he wasn't expecting to feel. It was this girl the one he wanted to fall asleep with and wake up next to… forever.
Forever.
He smiled. Sasori's words hitting him like a rock to his heart. It was something he didn't believe in, forever. But it was only in that fleeting moment when their lips collided, when he felt the warmth of her body, when he saw her smile and that sweet scarlet color rush to her cheeks… that was… art. Something he wanted to feel forever. He wanted her for eternity, he wanted her to color his world, to share his life with. He wanted to know her, really know her, and he wanted her to know him to.
He had never considered the possibility of "forever" because it was something he hadn't experienced yet. He couldn't miss forever because until then he hadn't wanted it. It was only when he saw her face, and breathed her in that he felt complete, like he had found something he didn't knew he was looking for.
Suddenly forever didn't sound so bad. Suddenly forever held a new meaning, infinite possibilities unfolding before his eyes. And to think he'd once considered lovers foolish, laughed even at how much power they allowed the objects of their affection upon them. He knew women weapons well, having been loved by so many despite his fairly young age. How he'd broken them when they saw him weary of their bodies, weary of pretending, of loving without truly loving.
It was different now, this angel in his arms, so beautiful he couldn't help but to be mesmerized by her, even now fragile, broken. His bloodstream was crystalline, like fire sweet, warm pulsing through his heart.
He wanted her to make an honest man out of him. He wanted her to be his, and only his, forever.