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you're the best moment I've ever known;
Jul. 2nd, 2017 12:00 pmThe last few months, before they were separated, Jane had always slept right on top of him, her body molded to his so perfectly it would have been unnatural to ever separate. His most vivid memories of those perfect days are of her heartbeat slowing as sleep claimed her, knowing she was safe in his arms, her breath imprinting on the skin of his neck. He remembers the mornings, waking up with her still right there, never having moved, and his soft kisses gently untucking her mind from slumber.
There were those weekends when she wanted to keep sleeping, even as he wanted otherwise, just to see her beautiful eyes lock onto his for a moment. She would indulge him, just for a second, until she'd be pulled under again, adorable in her drowsy state. They'd eventually make love to each other, starting the day with the purest affirmation of their love.
It meant so much to him to be the one holding her like that, though, as she slept. To know she felt safe being vulnerable, that she trusted him to love and keep her safe; this strong woman who could beat him in a fight, curling up into his arms for sanctuary.
So when they separated, he'd jolt awake so often in the night, realizing his wife wasn't there, she wasn't secure in his arms. He couldn't be sure she was secure anywhere, out there in the world where his arms couldn't keep her safe any longer. He'd have dreams of finding her, just scooping her up, holding back whatever or whomever wanted to hurt her. He had dreams of being safe with her, somewhere far away from everyone and everything.
Kurt didn't know when he'd find her again, see her again, and though they still have ten more hours left on their flight, he simply can't sleep. His actual heart is curled up against his shoulder, and if any harm comes to her, he can't survive. He knows it. So he stays awake, kissing the top of her head, watching over her. His free hand is laced with hers; she'd reached for it when she began to get drowsy, stroking over his ring until she'd fallen asleep, but her hand, though limp, had stayed laced with his. Every part of them that can be entwined right now is, and he dare not move.
There were those weekends when she wanted to keep sleeping, even as he wanted otherwise, just to see her beautiful eyes lock onto his for a moment. She would indulge him, just for a second, until she'd be pulled under again, adorable in her drowsy state. They'd eventually make love to each other, starting the day with the purest affirmation of their love.
It meant so much to him to be the one holding her like that, though, as she slept. To know she felt safe being vulnerable, that she trusted him to love and keep her safe; this strong woman who could beat him in a fight, curling up into his arms for sanctuary.
So when they separated, he'd jolt awake so often in the night, realizing his wife wasn't there, she wasn't secure in his arms. He couldn't be sure she was secure anywhere, out there in the world where his arms couldn't keep her safe any longer. He'd have dreams of finding her, just scooping her up, holding back whatever or whomever wanted to hurt her. He had dreams of being safe with her, somewhere far away from everyone and everything.
Kurt didn't know when he'd find her again, see her again, and though they still have ten more hours left on their flight, he simply can't sleep. His actual heart is curled up against his shoulder, and if any harm comes to her, he can't survive. He knows it. So he stays awake, kissing the top of her head, watching over her. His free hand is laced with hers; she'd reached for it when she began to get drowsy, stroking over his ring until she'd fallen asleep, but her hand, though limp, had stayed laced with his. Every part of them that can be entwined right now is, and he dare not move.
