I'm not sure where this came from, what it's about or what ever happened to make her so upset, but alas, here it is.
I think I have this sick obsession with comfort pieces. Anyways. This one isn't as happy as the others, just warning you. For me, at least, this is kinda dark. (But probably not really dark cause I am just a big baby).
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Quake
She was shivering.
Shuddering, more like.
Her shoulders shook as she was overcome by another overwhelming wave of emotions she couldn't stop. She felt like the shore at the end of the day- the ocean crashing upon in, day in, day out. Wearing down the sand and eroding with every crest and trough.
She stood in the cold spray of her shower, her arms wrapped around her own naked body, protectively. The water was beating down hard, with water pressure she usually enjoyed, and she couldn't move away, even when it began to hurt. She even kind of liked it in a masochistic sort of way.
That's when she stopped feeling it.
She could fell the warmth that could only belong to another human near, closer and closer until strong arms were encircling her body and the rock solid wall of a man's chest was pressed against her back.
Holding her.
The way she loved but could never ask for.
Internally she was glad he never made her.
He blocked the freezing water from her, letting it hit his back instead, and did his best to warm her. He used to wonder why she did this to herself.
She numbed the pain before admitting to it.
Then again he remembered the woman he fell in love with.
Not exactly the let's-sit-down-and-talk-about-our-feelings-sort of girl.
Not that he would have it any other way.
People cope in strange ways, he told himself.
His mouth found he shoulder.
It wasn't sexual, although in a few hours it would be, but reassuring.
Loving.
He held it there a long moment, until Beckett stopped quaking, until she stilled in his comforting arms.
Better.
He used his foot to turn the water to hot, and the temperature changed drastically to warm, and he felt the hard sigh she released when he turned them so she was in it. Her shoulders shook but this time out of relief.
Much better.
He planted another solid kiss on her shoulder, and reached for the shampoo.
So the story is up for interpretation- I myself, even as the creator, cannot really settle on why she is so upset. So take this like it is, maybe swish it around a little in your mouth, and decide for yourself.
And then review.
Lather, rinse, and repeat for faster chapters.