Achor (Caroline/Ditzy)
It’s one of those nights again and Caroline finds herself desperately clutching at tense arms drenched in sweat. She should have left after sex but she didn’t and now she’s trying to push through the thick fog of another nightmare.
“Shh. It’s alright. I’m here, David.”
Ditzy wakes with a last cry, instinctively pulling away from her, his expression for a split second as if he’d seen a ghost.
“It’s alright. Just a bad dream,” she says softly.
He eases into her embrace again, slowly relaxing under her touch, a tearstained cheek pressed against hers. She’s not sure she wants to be the only keeper of this secret; it’s a burden as much as a privilege but soon tentative fingers trace the skin of her lower back and they both lose themselves in desperate need, forgetting death, secrets, and betrayal.