Landmine - Post Malone

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When Dillon opens her eyes it takes a moment for her to remember they are camped out on a mattress in their living room floor. A smile creeps on her face as her eyes dart around the room. It's beautiful. The ceilings are high and made of oak. The planks and beams had been spared from the fire because they had not been put in yet, and she is thankful for that because she had watched Austin and Louis sand down and wax each of those boards carefully. There are also so many windows, more windows than walls, to be fair, and even though she had been sceptical about having so many windows, she sees now why Austin had been so adamant - the pink morning sky feels like it's right here in this house. The floors are oak too but have a silky mat look to them, just like she had wanted. Her eyes finally land on the enormous river stone fireplace, and her grin widens. It's truly beautiful and the heart of the house. Is she a sentimental idiot if she can identify the rocks she layed, or Austin, or Becky? Everyone took the opportunity to lay a stone or two.

She had always wanted a house to turn into a home, and given the history this house holds, she could not imagine living anywhere else. This is her home. She wants to live here for the rest of her life, maybe even start a family here. She swallows the lump in her throat at the thought. She and Isla used to speak about starting families and living next door to each other. Their children were going to not only be cousins but best friends. She had not let herself think of such things during her search to find Isla, a life like that just did not feel acceptable without her. But, Austin has changed everything. With him, she feels like she could have that, but guilt for wanting to plan a future while Isla is missing still weighs heavily on her chest, and she has to sniff back her tears.

"Baby?" Austin mumbles, shifting so he can see her face. He has been asleep and is still trying to wake up, but she has his full attention. "Do you think you could put a mantel on the fireplace? I want to put photos up there," she whispers as his thumbs swipe over her cheeks. "Sure. I have an old train sleeper I salvaged out back. I will clean it up and put it up for ya... don't cry, baby," he whispers, wiping the fresh tears on her cheeks. "Sorry. I am happy, I swear. I just...I miss her so much," she whispers squeezing her eyes shut to get rid of the tears. She feels Austin's lips on her cheek, and he tries to soothe her gently. "We will find her," he says softly. "Look at me," he says pulling back slightly as she blinks her eyes open. "I had not told you because I didn't want you to get too hopeful. I hired a private investigator. He has been searching for Isla. If his search turns up nothing we will just hire another and another until someone finds something for us. We will never stop lookin', darlin'."

Dillon feels a fresh batch of tears coming but now for a whole new reason. Austin amazes her. She knows he has his doubts about Isla but he will do everything he can to help find her because he will not break his promise to her. He knows how important finding Isla is to Dillon so he will throw everything he has into it. "I love you," she whispers. Austin smiles, cupping her jaw and then kissing her as he rolls her onto her back before he settles over her and slips between her thighs. When he pushes into her he is gentle and slow. She always feels loved when he touches her, but when he is like this, so soft and gentle, she feels like she slips into a dream-like state. His strokes are long and smooth as if he is drawing out all her pain and replacing it with something stronger. Something that makes her feel stronger, something that allows her to heal. "I love you," she hears him whisper and so she looks up at him. He is smiling down at her as he continues to thrust gently into her. "You say that a lot," she whispers sliding her hands around the smooth skin on his back. He smirks at her and then speeds up his thrusting, driving deeper into her and causing that delicious tingle that indicates the start of her orgasm. She tries to keep her eyes locked with his, but when it hits her, she can't help squeezing her eyes shut at the intensity of her orgasm. So, with her chest heaving, she lets out a soft scream and lets her head roll to the side. "I love you," she hears Austin whisper again before he tumbles too. She doesn't doubt his words for a second.