[[ wheelsy, south carolina ]]

[justdidntseeit]

[ "sex ain't about controllin' someone." ]

She shivers when Bill slips beneath the sheets again, her heart rate nearly back to normal as she fits herself along his side.

"Hey."

He wraps an arm around her and pulls her closer.

"Hey."

She pillows her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes, tracing an invisible line down his sweat-damp chest with one fingertip.

Concentrating on his closeness, she still can't quite force away a worry that's been building in the pit of her stomach since her talk with Doc a few hours ago.

"Can I ask you something?"

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[justdidntseeit]

"Yeah, I do."

Her fingertips join the pad of her thumb, smoothing over his skin with a steady, featherlight touch.

"I love you, too."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Her touch lulls him and he starts drifting towards the edge of sleep.

This conversation was unexpected, but he's glad that she seems okay after talking about it. A part of his mind wants to examine it more but he's going to let it go.

They're in a good place and he's going to try very hard not to spoil it.

Feeling content once more he grazes her temple with a soft kiss before taking a slow, deep breath and relaxing against the mattress.

[justdidntseeit]

Smiling at the brush of his lips, she closes her eyes but doesn't let her hand still on his ribs. The sound of his heartbeat helps calm the guilt and regret still snaking through her thoughts.

I'll never know how I got this lucky.

Stifling a yawn, her hand slows but doesn't stop; she wants to hang on to this moment -- the warmth of Bill's body against hers, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the feel of his arms around her -- for as long as consciousness allows.