Their chests moved in sync with one another- her inhales came in tandem with his exhales, moving cohesively in one unit. Her trembling hands slowly found their way to his mid-back, one leaving the other to lace in his thick, raven hair and massage gently at his scalp. She was careful to avoid the scarred skin, as she knew how sensitive it could be sometimes and she would've hated to make him any kind of uncomfortable.
Hot breath billowed over her chest as he rested against her, eyes still fluttered shut. It would've suited him just fine to stay like this, warm bodies pressed against each other through the night. He knew he'd need to move soon, but it felt safe here... he belonged there with her, lips pressing to the nape of her neck as he stared at the image of her he had etched into the back of his lids like a precious painting.
"Mmmm..." He breathed as he allowed his eyes to open once more, adjusting himself slightly and watching her breast as it rose and fell with every fevered breath. "Am I hurting you?" His voice was barely a whisper, dark and gravelly before she shook her head and pressed a kiss to his crown. "I missed you," He said quietly. He knew he'd said it a lot, but he had power over his ability to tell her what he was feeling in that moment and thought it silly to not just use it. If it disappeared come morning, he could rest somewhat easy knowing that he'd said everything he meant to.
"I missed you, too." She whispered back with an adjustment of her thighs. She felt rather sticky, and he was still pulsing ever so softly inside her, but she didn't mind. "I'm sorry." The words were so soft as he began to run his fingers up and down her belly and side, painted a warm yellow where his shadow hadn't obscured away the light of the lamp. "Me, too," She said, though the gravity of her apology was far less intense. He was apologising for putting not only their relationship but her herself in danger, and she was apologising for asking him to leave.
He wouldn't let her.
"No, you're not. You did the right thing..." A deep sigh left his lips. "You always do the right thing." He whispered, tracing circles into the soft, creamy skin. "Don't apologise to me, please." She nodded against his quiet mumbles, fingers still gently running through his hair. Tears began to well in her eyes once again as she buried her face in it, drawing in a deep inhale. An overwhelming urge to make sure he was fed, clean, well looked after and safe was creeping up from the points of her toes, bubbling in her belly and yanking at the strings of her heart. She became rather antsy in that moment before he leaned up to look at her. "It's okay," He hushed her. Hands that had been tracing so many shapes abandoned their post to cup at the curve of her hot, flushed cheek. "I'm okay."
It was almost as if he could read her mind as he saw that panicked, wide and worried look in her umber eyes. "Don't," He shushed her, thumb rubbing over her far smoother, fuller bottom lip. Its warm pink hue was reminiscent of a peony in bloom as he prodded its softness. "I need to take care of you," She sniffed, and he shook his head as the smile pulled at his lips.
She hadn't changed much, either.
"You already are," He purred, and just like that, they both felt like they'd fallen back into whatever slot they both belonged in. They remained connected for awhile, his hand smoothing over every square inch of her right side that he could get to while he asked her about what she'd been up to, even though he mostly already knew. Life had been so quiet without him around in a way that she positively despised. She'd become so accustomed to a little bit of chaos- the way he'd wander in at all odd hours of the night for her care, which somehow had evolved into him sleeping in her bed and bringing little symbolic cardboard boxes of his things into her weary heart. She'd fallen in love with the feeling of having him close, and to have him rested on her in this way again felt like the continuation of the sweetest fever dream. "Have you been alright?" She asked him in a sleepy breath once they'd shifted their position. He'd slid out of her and grabbed a wipe from the bedside table. It felt almost autonomous at that point, muscle memory of when they were like this, before. He cleaned himself off, cleaned her, too, then pulled her up onto his chest.
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peril; dabi x reader
Fanfiction"fear of present danger doesn't exist if the present danger is you." dabi x reader. ♡ ex-pro hero bypass is disillusioned with the hero world and helps the way she knows best, at least until blue flame swallows her in. 18+, thank you.
