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“Shh, just sleep,” I whisper back, my lips close to her ear. Our legs tangle together, a mess of limbs that somehow fit perfectly. There’s something instinctual about it, this need to be close, to assure ourselves we’re still alive, still here.
Her hand finds mine, fingers lacing with a weak grip. It’s like she’s saying without words that she needs this, needs me. I need her, too. We’re clinging to each other in the darkness, two souls scorched by the day’s hellfire.
Slowly, our breathing evens out. Hers becomes soft and rhythmic against the quiet of the room.
Outside, the world could be ending, but in here, there’s just us. Two hearts beating in the silence, finding peace.
As morning lighttrickles in through the gap in the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, it’s the kind of light that feels like a whisper, gentle and hushed, as if the sun itself is tiptoeing around so it doesn’t wake her. My eyes are open; they have been for a while, but I don’t move, just lying there watching Ever sleep. Her face is peaceful, the kind of peace you only get when you’re so damn exhausted that sleep is the only escape.
Her eyelids flutter, and I hold my breath, waiting for that moment when the green of her eyes meets mine. She opens them slowly, adjusting to the light, adjusting to the sight of me. She smiles, and it’s like a punch in the gut because it’s brave and it’s beautiful, and it’s all for me.
“Hey,” I whisper, barely above a breath so I don’t shatter the fragile quiet around us.
“Hey yourself,” she whispers back, her voice rough with sleep.
I lean in, closing the distance between us with a kiss that’s as soft as a whisper. It’s not about desire. It’s about something quieter, something deeper. My lips brush against hers in a touch that’s more promise than passion. I pour every ounce of everything I feel into that one simple action—my relief that she’s here, my awe at her strength, my hope for whatever comes next.
Her hand comes up to my cheek, and it’s cool against my skin, grounding me. We stay like that for a few heartbeats, savouring the stillness, the intimacy of a shared silence that says more than words ever could. It’s moments like these that remind me why I’d walk through fire for this girl. Because when the world goes to shit, she’s the one thing that makes sense. The only thing. The only thing that can make mefeelwhat is and what isn’t.
The world fades away, leaving nothing but the sound of our breaths, mingling and meshing as one. I trace my fingers down Ever’s spine, over the mostly healed scabs of the inscription on her back, feeling her shiver under my touch.
“In Light,” I murmur, taking her hand and placing it on my rock-hard cock.
“Charlie,” she gasps, a slight quiver in her voice.
I lean forward and capture her lips with mine again, this kiss deeper, hungrier, as if we are starving for each other’s touch. Our bodies press together with a sense of urgency that belies thelaziness of the morning around us. This isn’t just fucking; it’s claiming, reaffirming we’re still here, still us. Her fingers tighten around me, and my breath hitches in my throat.
It’s love.
The world outside might be chaotic - full of secrets, lies, and battles for power - but in this room, with her, it all fades into nothingness. I need to keep her safe, keep her close.
Ever shifts beneath me, responding to my touch with a fiery passion that matches mine. Every moan from her lips arouses me further.
She lifts her leg over me and guides my cock into her pussy. She is wet, ready for me, and I groan into her mouth as I thrust gently, needing to feel her slick heat encase me.
Our movements are slow and deliberate as if we’re both aware that every second counts. I want to memorise the feel of her around me, how her nails dig into my back as she pulls me closer, each movement urging me deeper.
“Ever...”
The tension builds in her muscles, her breath catches in her throat. She’s close, and so am I. This isn’t just sex; this is a convergence of souls. My thrusts become more urgent, my grip on her tighter. I’m lost in the sensation of her, in the perfection of this moment that feels suspended outside of time.
Her orgasm hits her like a wave breaking against the shore—intense and uncontrollable—and it’s enough to send me over the edge with her. We come together, a tangled mess of limbs and whispered promises. As our breathing slows and our heart rates return to normal, I rest my forehead against hers, unwilling to break the connection between us that seems so much more profound than physical contact.
“I love you,” I murmur and hear her sharp intake of breath. “In whatever fucked way my emotions work, I know I love you.Only you. There is no one else that can touch this. It’s special, frightening and ours.”
“I love you too,” she replies, kissing my nose. “I won’t ever hurt you, so know that your love is safe with me.”
“I know.”
Our connection deepens with each shared breath, each mingled sigh. In these minutes, these seconds, we’re untouchable, a force unto ourselves.
But reality is a cruel mistress, always lurking, waiting to claw us back.
“I have to go,” she whispers, and the words are a cold splash of water, jerking me out of the haze. “Class,” she explains, and there’s a tremor in her voice that tells me she doesn’t want to leave any more than I want to let her go. But that’s Ever—driven, determined, unwilling to let anything stand in the way of her future, not even this bubble of peace we’ve created.
“Go,” I say, and it’s rough, the word scraping against my throat. I release her with a gentle nudge, watching as she untangles herself from me, from the bed, from the sanctuary we’ve built.
She stands, and for a moment, I’m treated to the sight of her—strong, stunning, mine—and then she slips out of the room to go back to her own to start her day. I burn the image of her into my memory, knowing it’ll have to sustain me until we can be like this again.
