Corrupted Dreams

Anger and Curiosity

I watched in the dark room as Setanta fell asleep in my arms. Just this was enough to reset a calm in my heart. It was a peace, because regardless of the screwed and harsh emotions going through him, he was now calm in my arms. Clutching him to my person, I inhaled the free and familiar scent of Setanta. Staying in this moment, I felt each shift and turn his sleeping self made, content until the nightmares wanted to take me. Eventually, they did take me from my precious Setanta.

The sensation of the dream hit me like lightning, pulling me into a reality that declared to my senses to be the real one. As the pain came, I tried to ignore it, clutching onto something much more vital. There's someone there, I know it! As the mud finally started to clear, I woke up, tremors crippling me, and sweat to dress my body.

It was still night, and Setanta still at rest. So, I continued to watch him.

***

My brain began to wake up, but my body was still drenched in weariness. Avoiding getting up, I nuzzled my head into Shirou's chest, gripping his presence to me. I felt his hand move up, stroking my hair, proving to my closed eyes that he was also awake. Heaving a sigh into his shirt, I muttered, "Good morning."

"Morning," he placed a kiss atop my head. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"Surprisingly yes." The emotional turmoil I felt actually seemed to coax me to sleep rather than forcing my brain to stay awake. "What time is it?"

"Eight."

"Are you not going to go help with breakfast?"

"No, not today. I've been waiting all week to lay in bed with you, so I'm going to enjoy it with you."

"Good."

We did just that, laying in bed, speaking softly to each other. Neither of us spoke of yesterday though, that topic put aside for another moment in time that wasn't this one. The two of us finally got up an hour later, Shirou watching me from the bed as I got dressed. He was leaned back, his white tousled hair in complete disarray, a barely smile marked on his lips as his silver eyes examined me with a faint glow.

"What?" I asked.

Shirou shrugged. "I just forgot how nice it was to sleep in with you like this, watching you get dressed in the morning."

I hummed, with my own smile. It was true, the last time we were really like this was back in my homeland. Since then has only been moments, and now we were in a solidified calm... somewhat. I pulled my mind from thoughts of Cas, dragging the topic in my head to other things.

Now fully clothed, I moved back to the bed, crawling into Shirou's lap. "Well, you know I'd love to see you get dressed too. Which leads me to ask you, when are you going to move in here?" I moved my arms around his neck, and his own hands found my hips, stroking down to my thighs.

"Hmm..." His lips pulled tight.

"What" I frowned. "Do you not want to move in?"

Shirou's eyes lit up, ready to correct me. "Oh no, I'm going to move in. My hesitation wasn't about that, it's more that moving in means talking to Fujimaru."

"Why don't you want to talk to him?"

Shirou shook his head. "Don't worry about it." Stopping me from contradicting, he pressed his lips to mine. Once he drew away, Shirou maneuvered me off his lap. I hadn't spoken yet, only pressured him with a raised eyebrow. His gaze fled from mine as he rubbed his head, then stroked his hair back into a neater manner. "Hey, I'm going to go get dressed, I'll meet you in the cafeteria."