Sarah paulson one shots

Saving grace - Cordelia Goode

Both of you were in bed, cuddling. You were facing Cordelia, your face buried in her neck, smelling her faint floral perfume. She cradled you in her arms, reluctant to let go even though she was asleep. Your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

A sharp move from you awoke her, worried what was happening. A couple more involuntary twitches had her worrying as to what was wrong. Cordelia sat up, holding your head in her hands, cradling it in her lap. She watched your face. It was laced with emotion. Brows furrowed and eyes shut tightly.

"Y/N," she whispered, stroking your hair, trying to gently wake you up. That did nothing. You began mumbling, nothing but groans and slight murmurs of her names. "Sweetheart," she tapped on your shoulder, trying to get you to wake up.

Eventually, you were awake, still shaken from your dream. You opened your eyes and saw Cordelia. Her brown eyes still prominent in the dark room, immediately calmed you down. "Are you okay?" She whispers, still stroking your hair. "I had a nightmare," you heavily breathed. "Oh Y/N," she replies sympathetically. "Come up here," she softly bends down to your head, giving it a kiss. You did what you were told and lay between her legs, lying on your front so you could look at her. She looked so beautiful.

"Can you remember what it was about?" She asks, placing her warm hands under your sweater and rubbing circles on your back. "Not really, but I don't think it was a good dream," you murmured into her chest, hearing the beating of her heart. "I'm okay, don't worry," you reassure her, looking up at her and smiling. She softly smiled back. "Are you sure?" She asks again, not too convinced. "Positive."