[J1W] 01.09 - Exhale
The weight of her head against the pillow would often make her arm fall asleep. She'd slip it against the cool of the sheets to let her palm press to the underside of it and just watch the way his chest rose and fall. He'd shift in the middle of the night away from her ever so slightly, and it wasn't as if she actually minded. There had always been that space between them, that air of tension that neither actually felt like admitting to. Instead they fell into something familiar, something both of them could understand without having to label it as anything at all. He had his job, early mornings filled with text messages making his phone vibrate on the dresser. Even if she had been able to sleep through it she'd still hear the clink of metal to metal as he slipped his cuffs to his belt and the click as he double checked the safety on his sidearm.
Now though it was still night, and it was still that part where she could just wait for her arm to fall asleep. Still at his back, just watching how his body moved when he breathed. How his shoulder could roll backward slightly, almost looking for a touchstone of her presence at his side. The hand that lay at her hip lifted up easily, not burdened by a lack of circulation and pressed gingerly to his back. Easing that motion of unrest with a soft touch that had a heat all of her own to it. She wanted to tell him, to let him know what she could do, but with him she wasn't that person. She wasn't her father's daughter... or someone dangerous.
Her name was out there, but it was just assumed that someone had taken her ability, and she was fine with that theory. Let the mobs come for whoever else could be found, but she wanted to just be left alone. She wanted to lay at his back and reassure him with her touch that she was there, and that in the morning when he woke up to face the streets filled with people trying to hide who they were, trying to survive while they were hunted down for something they couldn't control... that she would still be there when he got back.
That if anything was possible, if she could survive everything she had... that she could be there for him. She could smile at the comments of how she smelled like it had just rained, and that he could've sworn she got a new cell phone more times than he cared to count. That the air was always too dry in his place, because she'd always catch him with a tiny bit of static when he kissed her was just a common thought. If she could hide all of that from him, and still be at his side when he woke up, she'd make sure she'd be there when he fell asleep as well.
If anything just to watch how his chest rose and fell when he slept.
Now though it was still night, and it was still that part where she could just wait for her arm to fall asleep. Still at his back, just watching how his body moved when he breathed. How his shoulder could roll backward slightly, almost looking for a touchstone of her presence at his side. The hand that lay at her hip lifted up easily, not burdened by a lack of circulation and pressed gingerly to his back. Easing that motion of unrest with a soft touch that had a heat all of her own to it. She wanted to tell him, to let him know what she could do, but with him she wasn't that person. She wasn't her father's daughter... or someone dangerous.
Her name was out there, but it was just assumed that someone had taken her ability, and she was fine with that theory. Let the mobs come for whoever else could be found, but she wanted to just be left alone. She wanted to lay at his back and reassure him with her touch that she was there, and that in the morning when he woke up to face the streets filled with people trying to hide who they were, trying to survive while they were hunted down for something they couldn't control... that she would still be there when he got back.
That if anything was possible, if she could survive everything she had... that she could be there for him. She could smile at the comments of how she smelled like it had just rained, and that he could've sworn she got a new cell phone more times than he cared to count. That the air was always too dry in his place, because she'd always catch him with a tiny bit of static when he kissed her was just a common thought. If she could hide all of that from him, and still be at his side when he woke up, she'd make sure she'd be there when he fell asleep as well.
If anything just to watch how his chest rose and fell when he slept.