Kissing it Better
Title: Kissing it Better
Pairing/Characters: Caroline/Elena
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Spoilers: 2x13
Summary: After the events of 2x13, Caroline is in need of some comfort.
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Daylight. Early morning. I awake with a start, jolted from a nightmare. I am trembling, every muscle in my body tensed and ready to run. Either side of me in the bed, Bonnie and Elena are sleeping peacefully, the three of us in the slumber party formation we've had since childhood. It should be comforting, to feel like nothing has changed, but really it just makes it hurt more because everything has.
I slip out of bed and stand, shaking, in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. There is a sharp prickle of pain below my left ear, as if one of the vervain darts is still stuck there. I want it gone. I want every trace of last night gone. With trembling fingers, I reach up and claw at my neck, my fingernails raking at the skin, making scratches which heal as soon as they form . A soft whimper escapes my lips. For once I actually want the visible scars, as proof of what I went through. Of what I'm still going through.
"Hey." The voice from behind me is soft and tender, but I still jump like a frightened animal. In the mirror, I can see the reflection of Elena standing behind me. But, even though the rational part of my brain knows that Katherine is locked up in the tomb, I still have to ask.
"Elena?"
Elena nods, putting her hand over mine, prising my fingers away from my neck. My breath is still coming in short, pained bursts as I feel the pressure of her fingers, probing at the already-healed wounds.
"Elena." I whisper again. "It hurts, it hurts and I can't get it out."
"There's nothing there Caroline." She replies, but I'm no longer talking about my neck and we both know it. She sighs, her breath light on my hair, and then there is a different pressure on my neck, the pressure of her lips. It's warm and soft and right, and it takes away the phantom pain, and then she is cupping my face in her hands, kissing away a tear than I hadn't even realised had escaped. Then she pulls back with a slightly bashful giggle. .
"Sorry." She mutters, raking a hand through her hair. "I just thought....maybe I could kiss it better. I'd kiss it all better if I could."
For a moment I can do nothing but stare at her , and then I find my response. "You can." I murmur, before capturing her lips with my own, and letting her kiss the pain away.
Pairing/Characters: Caroline/Elena
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Spoilers: 2x13
Summary: After the events of 2x13, Caroline is in need of some comfort.
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Daylight. Early morning. I awake with a start, jolted from a nightmare. I am trembling, every muscle in my body tensed and ready to run. Either side of me in the bed, Bonnie and Elena are sleeping peacefully, the three of us in the slumber party formation we've had since childhood. It should be comforting, to feel like nothing has changed, but really it just makes it hurt more because everything has.
I slip out of bed and stand, shaking, in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. There is a sharp prickle of pain below my left ear, as if one of the vervain darts is still stuck there. I want it gone. I want every trace of last night gone. With trembling fingers, I reach up and claw at my neck, my fingernails raking at the skin, making scratches which heal as soon as they form . A soft whimper escapes my lips. For once I actually want the visible scars, as proof of what I went through. Of what I'm still going through.
"Hey." The voice from behind me is soft and tender, but I still jump like a frightened animal. In the mirror, I can see the reflection of Elena standing behind me. But, even though the rational part of my brain knows that Katherine is locked up in the tomb, I still have to ask.
"Elena?"
Elena nods, putting her hand over mine, prising my fingers away from my neck. My breath is still coming in short, pained bursts as I feel the pressure of her fingers, probing at the already-healed wounds.
"Elena." I whisper again. "It hurts, it hurts and I can't get it out."
"There's nothing there Caroline." She replies, but I'm no longer talking about my neck and we both know it. She sighs, her breath light on my hair, and then there is a different pressure on my neck, the pressure of her lips. It's warm and soft and right, and it takes away the phantom pain, and then she is cupping my face in her hands, kissing away a tear than I hadn't even realised had escaped. Then she pulls back with a slightly bashful giggle. .
"Sorry." She mutters, raking a hand through her hair. "I just thought....maybe I could kiss it better. I'd kiss it all better if I could."
For a moment I can do nothing but stare at her , and then I find my response. "You can." I murmur, before capturing her lips with my own, and letting her kiss the pain away.