Blink (Billy Hargrove x OC)

#16 One Last Thing

Normally when I fall asleep in a different location than normal, I wake up confused. It's the first emotion that hits me, I'll wonder why the walls and the sheets and the lighting coming into the room are not the same as when I woke up yesterday. But today, it's different. The first emotion I feel is warmth and comfort. Sure, the bed feels a little different, but pressed against Billy's rising I feel nice. I don't open my eyes to take in my surroundings, because in that moment I don't really care where I am. All I care about is syncing my breaths to the gentle rise and fall of Billy's chest. I close my eyes, savoring the moments between sleep and true wakefulness and then the events of yesterday wash over me. We're really doing this. Billy is going to come back from the dead.

Billy stirs and I kiss him on his collarbone softly a couple of times.

He stretches in place and tightens his grip around me. He then snuggles into me and I give him more kisses.

"Morning sleepyhead." I say.

"Mornin'" he grumbles and yawns.

Sleepy morning Billy is my favorite, if you catch him at the right time he'll be so soft and sweet, and he'll just want to stay in bed with you for a couple of hours if you'll let him.

I just want to kiss him, so I do and he ends up shifting so he meets my lips. I giggle and he slides his other hand under my back and rolls over, taking me over the top of him.

"What was that for B?" I ask him.

"This side is colder." He mutters, eyes closed.

I touch his face with my hands, running my thumb over a scar on his cheekbone from the incident with the shadow monster. He kisses my hand.

"Go back to sleep." He says.

"What time is it?"

"Doesn't matter, sleep."

Billy is out within a few minutes, he must have woken up at a weird point in his sleep cycle or something. I bring my hand up to the back of his head and twirl his curls in my fingers as I drift off to sleep again as well.

***

The second time I wake up I practically jump out of the bed when I see what time it is.

"B it's nearly 12!" I tell him. But he's not listening, he's still asleep. He's twitching, shaking, muttering, and he's sweating. My heart falls. Oh no.

"I'm sorry Max, it's not my fault he made me do it! Max!" Billy's sleeping form cries out.

"Billy, wake up. It's okay Billy, it's not real." I shake his unmoving form gently.

"Please don't hurt her." He whines.

"Billy." I rub his chest. "Billy, please."

Finally, he sits up with a gasp. He looks left and right with a crazy expression on his face. It's a fearful one, a way more fearful one that should be shown in his beautiful blue eyes given our current, safe, situation.

Finally, he meets my gaze. He looks so defeated, so haunted.

"Come here B." I tell him. He lies his head down on my lap and presses the top of his head into my stomach.

He stares off at the wall as I gently wipe his tears away and play with his hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay."

We sit for awhile, I move my hand from his hair to his back, and I gently rub his back. He shuts his eyes tight, and sheds another tear.