Fic: sleep
She likes to slip her fingers through his when they lie in bed, the night blanketed over Metropolis, the only sound in the room is the sound of his quiet breathing. Nura is nestled in the curve of his body, his chin against her forehead, an arm draped over her side. There are scars on his chest, and she splays her fingers over them, wondering why he hasn't healed the skin. She supposes it is for the same reason that he kisses her eyelids before they fall asleep. He wants to make sure the reason for them is still there.