Dinzel

26// Needs

{Marian}
I'm in his arms, that's all I feel and it's all I want.

I feel him carry me up the stairs, his breathing still heavy from almost killing his friend.

Now I was completely paralyzed. I can feel and hear, but I can't move any part of my body.

His breathing is rapid as he opens the door to his room and puts me on his soft bed.

I'm soon left alone without his arms, which I hate. I hear him lock the door as he cursed repeatedly.

He pads over to where he put me down and takes my hand. "Shit, your temperature is high. That fucking idiot."

He moves away again and I feel cold and alone. He returns with a wet napkin which he places on my head. I feel cold but soon I feel much better... my temperature.

I feel something comfy.. his sheets, he places it on me to keep me warm but I'm still shivering.

His footsteps fade but I later hear it again. I feel him sit me up and pull something soft over my head. I guess it's a hoodie but I can't bother. All I care about is that I'm warmer.

I know I won't remember all this in the morning but it's wonderful to know he's in my life.

Even though he's my master, I would rather have him than anyone else.

"This is all my fault," he mutters and I almost feel bad for him.

"No, it's my fault. I drank the alcohol." I say in my head.

"I should never have left you with Jude. He's a psycho."

I want to speak but I can't. My lips part but my voice is lost.

"I know you want to say something," I feel his hand on my cheeks again, "don't worry about it, just rest. You need it."

He says something but I don't hear it.

I feel his lips on my forehead and my heart warms. Why do I love this so much? Why do I love intimacy with him? Why do I love his touch? Why do I love moments like this? I need to know.

After hearing some moments of activities; he showers, changes his clothes, I hear him move closer.

"Goodnight," I hear him mutter as he climbs on the bed beside me.

I wish I could see his face right now. I wish we could just forget our differences and have a good night.

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I wake up on something soft, so soft that it's familiar. The smell of the bed makes me lazy to get up.

I'm on my stomach and I have no plans of getting up, that's until I smell coffee.

My body jolts up as I hear slow footsteps. Then I'm attacked by a pounding headache.

Shoot.

I hold my head, looking down at the bed. I feel sick and so tired, I have no memory of the previous night.

"Morning," his melodious voice greets me and I look up.

He's walking towards me with a black mug in his hand, I'm guessing it's filled with the coffee I smell.

He had slacks and a T-shirt on. They are both grey and he looks attractive.

"What happened last night?" I squint my eyes trying hard to remember. It doesn't come to me.

All I see is him placing me on his bed. My clothes are intact but.. "What did you do to me?" I ask.

He smiles and sits beside me, placing the mug on the side table. His smile is beautiful but I don't say it.