Sokeefe - Until She Was Ready For More (unedited)

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"Goodnight, Alora," I whispered as I closed the door on her sleeping form. 

Turning around, I ran into Keefe's chest. "Oof."

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, a smile breaking out across his face. 

I lifted my chin up, grinning, as he went to kiss my forehead. "Well hello, handsome." 

Keefe gently lifted me up, pulling my body into a bridal carry. Clearly, he could sense I was tired. I leaned into his touch and rested my head on his chest. 

Still in his arms, Keefe walked towards our room, maneuvering his hand to turn the door handle. 

"Do you want me to get you some mallowmelt from downstairs?" he asked as he stepped through the doorway. I shook my head against his chest. 

"I just want you." 

One nice thing about having an empath for a husband: he knew exactly what I meant. That what I wanted was snuggle up into his warmth.

"Your wish is my command, love," he replied, his lips grazing my temple.

Then he dropped me. 

Onto the bed, granted, but still a drop.

I gasped dramatically as I lifted myself up on my elbows. "That was rude!"

"I know," Keefe chuckled, getting onto the bed next to me and pulling me into him.  

I quickly nuzzled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. Keefe's fingers started to pull through my hair, gently working out the knots, and I let out a sigh. 

"How was your day?" 

"It was okay. A level two girl came in today..." he trailed off, his hands also growing still. "She, um, her mom is a lot like mine."

I moved my face back so I could see his. I knew he loved his counselling job at Foxfire, especially because it was something that had never been done before, but it also took a toll on him. His gaze was on the other side of the room, and I used my index and middle finger to tilt his face towards me. 

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... yeah. I just want to be able to help her, not make it worse because of the trauma I still have."

I reached my fingers up to thread through his hair. "You can relate to her. That's one of the most powerful tools you can have. Just trust yourself."

"Thank you," he sighed, his lips finding mine and giving me a light kiss. "You always know what to say." I hummed in response. Returning to my original snuggling position, Keefe pulled me closer. 

We laid there in silence for a while, Keefe occasionally placing a kiss on the top of my head or tracing his fingers across my back. 

"You have time off of work soon, right?" I asked sleepily.

I felt him nod against me. "Starting tomorrow. About a week."

"Mmm. We also have dinner-" I cut myself off with a yawn. "with everyone in a couple days. Should we-" another yawn. "tell them?" 

"I've lost the ability to understand you, so I think it's time to go to sleep," Keefe said softly, and I let out a sigh of agreement. "I love you, Sophie."

"Love you."