comfort {complete}

49

I take the stairs and stop at a door with "204" on it in brass numbers. I knock, and Noah opens it with a flourish a moment later. He grins when he sees me, then grabs my waist and pulls me in for a long, slow kiss that makes my heart drop to my stomach.

I twist my fingers in his hair and kiss him back harder, but then he grabs my face and separates us a little. "What's up?"

"I need to tell you something."

He nods and tugs me inside. He sits on the couch and pulls me down beside him, curling an arm around my waist and pressing his lips to my temple. I turn my head and kiss him, twining my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"What did you want to talk about?" he asks against my lips.

"I changed my mind. It's not important."

"No, I'll stop," he says, pulling away and grinning at me. "What's up?"

"Um..."

I don't know how to say this. Surprise: I was raped! Or maybe Don't freak out or anything, but I was raped. It's totally fine now, I just thought you should know. Or—

"I was raped," I blurt.

"What?"

"Yeah, it was two months ago, and it was awful, but I'm mostly over it, and you've helped incredibly, and—Noah?"

He's staring at his coffee table, jaw clenched, arms around me tight. "Who raped you?"

"My boyfriend at the time."

"What's his name?"

"Brian."

"Would you be mad if I killed him?"

"Yes."

"Too bad."

"Noah."

"What?"

"You can't just kill— "

"I can if they touch you without your permission," he snaps, holding me tighter and burying his face in my hair. "God, that's—fuck. I'm so sorry. That's—fuck."

"Yeah."

He pulls me impossibly closer and kisses my cheek, breathing me in and tangling his fingers in my hair. His hands graze my neck on their way to my waist, and he tucks me wordlessly under his chin. I bite my lip so I won't smile, because this is very serious, but he's making it difficult.

"Thank you for coming here," he murmurs.

"Thank you for being wonderful."

He grins, I kiss him.

a/n: i love kissing scenes so much, it's not healthy.