[fic] for the longest time (fic for no_substitution)
NOTE: done for this fic meme.Sassy is no_substitution and used with love. :P
She doesn’t get it and she never will…but he’s cool with that.
Lying in bed beside her, he watches her sleep and loves the quiet way that peculiar certainty fills him. He revels in the luxury of reaching out to stroke her hair, her back, her side, and knows with quiet, blissful calm that there’s nothing else out there for him. No other woman, no other soul can bring him to this place beyond the energy of her beauty, the brilliance of her smile, or the rapture of making love to her.
Finding his daughter filled a hole, but meeting Sassy calmed him. For that, he’d kill and die for her. For that, he loves her.
She stirs, opens her eyes. They’re chocolate brown and hazy with sleep.
“You’re staring at me ‘cause I’m pretty, huh?”
“Yeah.” He whispers, smoothing his hand over her hair. “I am.”
“Wanna talk?”
“Nope.”
“Wanna have sex?”
“Just had some, ‘member?”
She smiled sleepily and snuggled closer, nodding against the pillow. “Mmmmmmmmm…yep. Nites.”
His fingers touch her cheek. The rage, the only constant he’s ever known, falls away and leaves him shaken. He’d be afraid if the warmth of her body and the sweetness of her smile didn’t catch him before he could fall into uncertainty.
I’m human because of you.
They’re words he’ll never say out loud, because she won’t understand. She can’t, she’s too innocent in spite of what she’s seen. She doesn’t understand the monster he’s seen in the mirror every day of his life, she can’t wrap her head around that kind of darkness. Demons are one thing…human nature, his nature is another.
Leaning over, he kisses her sleeping lips and says a silent prayer of thanks for her.
“Night, baby. Love you.”
She snuggles still closer, and in her soft sigh, he hears angels sing.
She doesn’t get it and she never will…but he’s cool with that.
Lying in bed beside her, he watches her sleep and loves the quiet way that peculiar certainty fills him. He revels in the luxury of reaching out to stroke her hair, her back, her side, and knows with quiet, blissful calm that there’s nothing else out there for him. No other woman, no other soul can bring him to this place beyond the energy of her beauty, the brilliance of her smile, or the rapture of making love to her.
Finding his daughter filled a hole, but meeting Sassy calmed him. For that, he’d kill and die for her. For that, he loves her.
She stirs, opens her eyes. They’re chocolate brown and hazy with sleep.
“You’re staring at me ‘cause I’m pretty, huh?”
“Yeah.” He whispers, smoothing his hand over her hair. “I am.”
“Wanna talk?”
“Nope.”
“Wanna have sex?”
“Just had some, ‘member?”
She smiled sleepily and snuggled closer, nodding against the pillow. “Mmmmmmmmm…yep. Nites.”
His fingers touch her cheek. The rage, the only constant he’s ever known, falls away and leaves him shaken. He’d be afraid if the warmth of her body and the sweetness of her smile didn’t catch him before he could fall into uncertainty.
I’m human because of you.
They’re words he’ll never say out loud, because she won’t understand. She can’t, she’s too innocent in spite of what she’s seen. She doesn’t understand the monster he’s seen in the mirror every day of his life, she can’t wrap her head around that kind of darkness. Demons are one thing…human nature, his nature is another.
Leaning over, he kisses her sleeping lips and says a silent prayer of thanks for her.
“Night, baby. Love you.”
She snuggles still closer, and in her soft sigh, he hears angels sing.