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It had been late when they left the bar, later still when they'd finally managed to sleep-- lying close together in a twist of sheets with their arms around each other, her head on his chest and one of his hands tangled in the bright cloud of her hair.
When Susan wakes suddenly in the night, escaping with a half-choked, ragged gasp from fire-poisoned dreams, it's the beat of his heart that reminds her where she is, and the feel of his warmth beside her in the darkness that comforts her.
Sunrise will bring Reap even closer, but she'll not face this one alone.
(life for the crop - charyou tree)
One silent tear falls down her cheek, then a second. Susan moves just a little, turning her head in order to place a kiss just over his heart.
A gentle hand strokes her hair as she shifts, and when she looks up, Cuthbert is watching her.
"Can thee not rest, Sue?"
She tries a smile, a faint, trembling thing, but a smile still. "I've not been awake long, 'Bert, say true. It were-- were only a dream."
"Ah." He doesn't ask what it was-- nor does she tell him, for there's no need. They both already know. One of his arms goes around her waist, and Cuthbert leans down to kiss her. "Do you think you can go back to sleep?"
"Mayhap," Susan tells him. "But not yet, I pray ye--" She puts a hand to his cheek, then slides it back around the nape of his neck, coaxing him down to her for another kiss. "I'd not sleep just yet."
Cuthbert makes a rough sound low in his throat and pulls her to him, his hands beginning to move over her skin while she arches in response to his touch.
(come come commala)
Morning will come soon enough, and all the pain of the season's memory with it once more-- but for now, the two of them have each other, and there is joy in that.
When Susan wakes suddenly in the night, escaping with a half-choked, ragged gasp from fire-poisoned dreams, it's the beat of his heart that reminds her where she is, and the feel of his warmth beside her in the darkness that comforts her.
Sunrise will bring Reap even closer, but she'll not face this one alone.
(life for the crop - charyou tree)
One silent tear falls down her cheek, then a second. Susan moves just a little, turning her head in order to place a kiss just over his heart.
A gentle hand strokes her hair as she shifts, and when she looks up, Cuthbert is watching her.
"Can thee not rest, Sue?"
She tries a smile, a faint, trembling thing, but a smile still. "I've not been awake long, 'Bert, say true. It were-- were only a dream."
"Ah." He doesn't ask what it was-- nor does she tell him, for there's no need. They both already know. One of his arms goes around her waist, and Cuthbert leans down to kiss her. "Do you think you can go back to sleep?"
"Mayhap," Susan tells him. "But not yet, I pray ye--" She puts a hand to his cheek, then slides it back around the nape of his neck, coaxing him down to her for another kiss. "I'd not sleep just yet."
Cuthbert makes a rough sound low in his throat and pulls her to him, his hands beginning to move over her skin while she arches in response to his touch.
(come come commala)
Morning will come soon enough, and all the pain of the season's memory with it once more-- but for now, the two of them have each other, and there is joy in that.