Fifty Shades of Narcissism - Protection
He would kill for her, plain and simple.
How could he not when she's curled up so perfectly in his bed? Naked in the yellow wash of the flickering streetlamp outside, her hair a midnight halo curling and coiling on her pillow. He bought this house to be near her thinking that perhaps she might visit from time to time and now here she is, all his.
He stands over the bed, watching her breathe, watching her sleep. Every creak of a floorboard and every whistle of wintry wind makes her eyelids flutter and her fingers curl and uncurl. He could kiss her eyelids. And those little palms... But he leaves her to sleep on undisturbed. He won't sleep tonight. The soft sound of her terrified sobs earlier that night would see to that. Before he met her, he would lash out only at his own shadows, his own ghosts come to haunt him. Now he had her burdens and she had his. Tonight, however, the skeletons in her closet are rattling the loudest and he's proud to watch over her.
His woman. He's never had anyone this precious before. The slightest movement of her curves gives his heart a peculiar flutter that almost hurts. He wonders if she feels the same. One day, he thinks, when things are right he will put a glittering diamond ring on her finger to show the world exactly who she belongs to. The jostling rivals won't be able to do a thing about it. The thought brings a smile to his lips. Not one of them will get to her. He squats down by the bed and gently moves the duvet away from her body to inspect his prize. She would stamp her little feet and protest if he ever called her that, but he doesn't care.
Her hand opens and closes against as she searches for the covers in her sleep. He places them back over her, concealing her smooth form once again. He settles in the chair beside the bed and inhales deeply. It will be a long night, but it will be worth it.