Fix Her

This is to those who have been bugging me about Trauma. I know this isn't Trauma, but it does involve two characters from it! :D I hope you enjoy it, though I think some of you won't(!), and please tell me what you think!

Thank you!

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We lie in her bed. Her lumpy mattress is underneath us both, the sheets are freezing, and the comforter isn't comforting either of us in the slightest. None of those things are bothering me, though. In all honesty, I'm more content than ever.

She's breathing softly as she sleeps. I know how cliché this sounds, but she looks like an angel. If I said that aloud, I probably wouldn't say it with a straight face or without giggling. Lying there, though, and watching her inhale and exhale delicate breaths into her small chest is removing any humor that may have crossed my mind. Her soft skin is glowing under the floral sheets and her brown hair is tame along her neck and exposed bosom. Everything about her right now is calm and serene. Her features are so refined but the softest to my touch. If I stare long enough, a warm aura glows around her.

She's perfect.

I glance at the clock that reads just after two in the morning. I'm wide awake. Right now I should be at the hotel, cleaning up rooms with Jeremy or watching after the drunks in the 24-hour pool area. Instead, I'm here at my girlfriend's apartment, lying beside her. And, in case you're wondering, I've cleaned up her place and the watching is currently happening, so it's not like I'm doing nothing.

She shifts a little, startling me at first. When her eyelids flutter and open just slightly, those brown eyes looking into mine. Her voice is a croak when she tries to speak, and her cheeks are suddenly magenta.

"Hey," I say, just above a whisper, stroking her hair back. "Go back to sleep."

She swallows. "What-- What time is it?"

"Two in the morning. Go back to sleep, baby."

Her eyes close slowly before opening again. "No..." she moans.

"Gabby," I say softly, recognizing that moan. "Honey, you're alright."

She brings up one of her hands in a fist and presses it to her eye. "I wasn't," she mumbles, her bottom lip quivering. "They... were right there... staring."

"They're not there anymore," I reassure her, wriggling downward to meet her at eye-level. Our faces were close to each other, the peaks of our noses just grazing one another. "I'm here."

Again, she swallows. "I know." She looks away from my stare, unable to hold it. A tear slips from her eye, and she whimpers.

"Gabby," I repeat, even softer than before. My hand slowly roams under the blanket and gently clasps her free hand, caressing it in hopes to comfort her. "It's okay, honey. I'm right here." I descend just barely and softly kiss the skin of her shoulder, watching her face as her lips spread and she gasps. I kiss it again, the slightest peck; her neck tightens for a moment while she swallows.

"I'm right here," I murmur again before another kiss is placed. The kisses move upward to the very top of her shoulder before escalating to her warm cheek. I hear her breath growing thicker, her eyelids concealing her brown eyes, her mouth apart as subtle gasps continue to be freed. I know she's becoming more aroused with each touch of my lips, but I don't dare to tempt her.

She turns her head slowly, pausing my kisses. We stare at each other. Her eyes are softer than I'd ever seen before, and her breath is caressing my lips. She's all I ever want to stare at again. She's all I ever want to taste again.

She's perfect.

My hand that held hers releases, and travels up to her waist to rest. My body moves towards her until there's little space between us. She looks tired and innocent. A broken angel. I wish I could fix her.

Her hand touches my face. Her littlest finger graces my lips, and I capture it with a kiss. She breaks the gaze, averting her attention to her fingertip and my lips. Slowly, she blinks, and her breath quivers. "You make me feel safe," she whispers, looking into my eyes again.

"You make me feel strong again," I tell her.

My hand leaves her side and touches her face. I lean in close to her, our lips brushing, and kiss her. Her lips are delicate, vulnerable, and I kiss her without any haste. Everything about her seems breakable, so I don't pressure her. I don't force her. I want to help her. I want to make her feel better. Fix her.

We kiss for a long time, and when she pulls away, she looks even more tired than before. "You should go to sleep, Gabby," I whisper to her, smirking.

"You'll be here when I wake up?" she asks.

I nod, kissing her once more. "Of course."

Her head slips under my chin, and her warm breath touches my skin. "Thank you, Lesley," she whispers. "I love you."

I kiss the top of her head and stroke her back gently with my fingers. "I love you, too."