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Comfort

A lifetime's worth of conversations

Can happen in silence here

Where a single unified heart

Beats between two souls

1.

The room is lit by a single small lamp on his side of the bed, that instantly nostalgic yellow glow of childhood sleepovers at your grandparents' house. The ceiling above is aglow with blues and purples from that silly galaxy lamp he got you for Christmas last year; the fan, the veritable center of your ceiling-universe spinning with a low, whispering hum. It's dark, cool, and quiet, but you don't mind that.

You crawl into bed next to him as he reads his book, and you lie there on your side, simply regarding him as who he is to you.

Everything.

Suddenly he perks up and notices you, tossing his book to his nightstand. He apologizes for being so caught up in his stories, but you laugh and wave his worries away. He smiles at you and asks you about your day, rolling over to face you, propping his head up on his palm. Nothing else exists for him in this moment other than you. An hour goes by without notice and you find yourself dozing off having rolled over to face away from him when you feel him scooting up behind you, one arm sliding under your body, the other draping over and across.

His arms fold across your chest as he tugs you backwards against him. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the slow thrumming of his heart. He rests his head forward against the crook of your neck and whispers to you, this and that, memories, how the both of you met that autumn afternoon long ago, your eyes and hearts connecting immediately upon first contact, as though the universe itself lead one to another, two souls irreversibly intertwined like smoke wafting above a bonfire.

His cheek rubs against your neck and his hands caress your body. He entangles his legs with yours. His arm pinned below you is falling asleep, but he doesn't care. You arch your back and press yourself against his body as though he alone is the anchor for your existence in this world, breath slow and steady, rhythmic, eyes shut and upturned in rapture, your hand reaching back to caress his neck and he chuckles, tilting his cheek into your palm.

He lies there on his back, propped up by your hilarious amount of throw pillows and cradles you against him. His gaze regards you warmly, with utter devotion and you lose yourself in his eyes and silently beg to drown in their depths. A finger curls under your chin and lifts your mouth to his and your lips brush against one another for a short, painful second, an awful separation, what a tease, before returning with vigor, his taste the most familiar and primal driving urge for your existence in that moment. He tilts his head forward into the kiss and shuts his eyes to block out every single thought that isn't you. You're flustered and blushing. He says that's cute.

Bare torso against bare torso you find it impossible for his heart to be so secure in its slow beating while yours is going insane, but his presence has always had that effect on you, like a sharp breath that catches in your throat each time he enters the room, the way your shoulders quiver when he smiles at you and the fur on your arms stands on end at his touch, the way your ears perk up when he speaks, not so much cutting into the silence, but sliding in effortlessly as though his voice is one of the fundamental laws of existence.

You feel him caressing your cheeks with his thumbs and suddenly realize you've been crying without noticing. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead, whispering your name, speaking of yours and his future together. Your fingers disappear in the tuft of fur on his chest as your face falls to his neck, warm and soft. He runs his fingers through your hair, his hand curling around the back of your head, his other arm wrapped snugly around the small of your back, holding you against himself. You feel secure, truly safe. The warmth of his body radiates in you a deep longing. He smells like home.