Til Forever Ends

Photograph

"We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves"

elizabeth pov

Our arms were still connected to each other as we made our way back to the car, and the warm feeling in my chest never left. We both sat in a comfortable silence as Y/n drove back to her apartment. It was the perfect moment, I felt at home in her presence. There was nowhere else I'd rather be.

As we arrived at her apartment, she made sure to help me out of the car before we interlocked fingers, walking inside. Once she unlocked the door, she smiled at me before we walked inside, her eyes were full of love and warmth. Happiness was coursing through my body, there was no way of explaining the way I felt. Heading into the living room, I squeezed her hand tightly like I was afraid to let go, I never wanted this feeling to go away.

I followed her as she lead me inside her room, grabbing a few towels and washcloths. "Let's get you cleaned up." She softly mumbles, bringing me inside the bathroom.

I giggled as she gently patted my face with the warm cloth, leaving no spot on my face unattended to. I watch as she turns the shower on, leaving to give me privacy. We were taking things slow, and I completely respected that.

As I allowed the hot water to run across my face, I couldn't help but reminisce over tonight's events. The way her lips felt on mine, the fluttery sensation in my stomach, an all too familiar feeling. A smile quickly appeared on my face at the thought of it, I felt like I was on cloud nine.

After my shower, I wrapped myself with a tower before making my way back to Y/N's room, noticing the clothes laid out on the bed. Now that I was fully clothed, I went back into the living room, my mouth immediately formed into a smile as I took in the sight of Y/n cooking. She had low music playing, swaying her hips to the beat. Eventually, she noticed my presence, causing me to break my stare.

"Wow, that smells great." I said. "Is that Paprikash?

She turns her attention over to me, giving me a bright smile. "Yup. You taught me, remember?"

There it was, that fluttery feeling in my stomach as I thought of the memory. It's crazy to think how long ago that was.

I walk towards her, standing just close enough. "I do."

Y/n and I both took a seat on her couch, turning on Criminal Minds as we ate in silence. It was the perfect moment. If my eyes could capture moments, it would be this. Throughout the episodes, I found myself sneaking quick glances at her. But, it came to a point where I had to force myself to look away. Somewhere within the episode, I noticed Y/n disappeared into the bathroom.

It had been a while, and I was starting to get worried. Heading inside, I audibly gasped as I saw her tending to her wounds. I quickly ran over, taking the gauge out of her hand to do it myself. I slowly dabbed it, trying my best to make it as painless as possible.

"Does it still hurt?" I murmur, disinfecting the healing cuts.

She nervously chuckles, "It isn't too bad now."

I went silent. There were moments when I still felt guilty about what happened to her, where I wished I could have protected her.

She tilts my chin up, forcing me to look her in the eyes. "I promise, I'm okay. They're slowly healing."

Before I could mutter another word, Y/n locked our lips together in a sensual, affectionate kiss. She carefully pinned me to the wall, placing gentle kisses along my neck. Every once in a while, she would suck my neck harder, making me moan a bit. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drown in the feeling.