A Christmas Accident

A Festive Flight

Sang was slightly disappointed that she didn't get to revel in the luxury of her temporary bed, because as soon as her head hit those pillows – she was out like a light.

But the feeling of comfort and warmth as she slowly roused in the morning was indescribable, and although she wasn't surprised she was exhausted from yesterday and the leftover rush of adrenaline from Gabriel's attack – she was still pleasantly well rested.

She honestly couldn't say when she had last slept this well – without even a hint of a nightmare.

So as she opened her eyes and lay their watching the sun slowly rise, brightening the dark moonlit sky until the canvas of stars was forced to retire for the day – she thought back on everything that had happened yesterday.

From the moment her dorm room had blacked out, Sang had been on a whirlwind of adventure and everchanging emotions that she hadn't even had a moment to think. So she was grateful she had a bit of time to herself this morning to slowly decompress.

Meeting the guys had been an unexpected turn of events – but she knew she wouldn't change a thing about it – other than being constantly reminded of Gabriel's attack with his black eye and split lip.

But he had seemed to be in extraordinary high spirits considering, and the pain in her own face was barely noticeable.

If she was honest with herself she had suffered way worse at the hands of her mother, something her therapist was still helping her heal mentally from.

So the fact she hadn't be terrified of the guys, neither flinched away from their touch was something that astounded her. She also couldn't wait to tell therapist about her progress, and for the first time in her life – she was hopeful for her future.

It wasn't until she met the guys that she realised just how dull and empty her life really was, and now she wanted to keep the colour and excitement they brought into her small world.

She wanted to feel this happy all of the time.

"Oi, you awake trouble?" Giggling at the sound of Gabriel's whisper, she watched as his head peeked up over the top of the stairs at the sound.

Climbing the last few steps he stepped up to the bed and smirked down at her just before he dive bombed the bed.

Laughing as she bounced, she watched in amusement as he wiggled up on the covers until he was lying beside her.

Turning onto her side to face him, she offered him a smile as he searched her eyes.

"How are you feeling this morning?" She whispered, frowning at the dark purple and blue bruising around his left eye.

Lifting a hand, she gently touched the side of his face, not wanting to hurt him.

His eyes darkened at her touch, but he offered her an easy smile belaying the emotions shining in his blue depths. "I'm fine trouble, don't fucking worry about me. I've handled a lot worse."

Saddened by the idea, she dropped her hand, but he grabbed it surprising fast and placed it back on his cheek. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"What for?"

"For what those guys did to you, and that I didn't hear them sooner."

Gabriel snorted, rolling his eyes. "For fucks sake Trouble. It's not your fault those asshats grabbed me. Now stop with this silly pouting and let's fucking get you ready." Gasping as he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, she lifted a shaky hand and gently brushed the spot he'd pressed his lips against.

Gabriel was already up and off the bed, so he didn't notice the darkening of her cheeks, or the slight dazed look she was sure she was wearing and she was grateful for that.