CHEST TO CHEST (BxB)

The Ending /// Demons

"Babe?" I ask him softly, and he turns around to reveal Pixie, our now fully grown cat in his arms.

"Hey," he says, and rocks her gently. "What are you doing up?" The kitchen light illuminates him from behind, and his hair is fluffed out, messy from sleep.

"I could ask you the same thing," I tell him, booping Pixie's nose and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. I worry about him sometimes, when he's like this. He hasn't been sleeping well – tossing and turning, and waking me up at midnight because he's scared he's going to get stuck in a loop when he has to pee.

He shrugs, and puts Pixie back on the ground before standing and pulling me into a loose hug. He leans his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath, swaying us back and forth like he had just been swaying with the cat.

"You know I love you, right?" he asks, his breath warm on my cheek, so warm I have to close my eyes.

"You better," I throw back and I can hear the smile in his voice when he says,

"Asshole."

My hands slip around his waist, and we stay like that for a while, just standing in the kitchen, breathing together. I don't know what he's thinking other than he's happy. He's content. We're together and this is our kitchen in our apartment, our own apartment  and it's almost hard to believe that we made it. Through everything, we made it.

"It's two years today," he says after a while, and I nod into his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I ask, pulling away for a moment, and he smiles at me, those brilliant grey eyes so warm, so full of life.

"Yeah," he says, and then he dips me low suddenly, like we're dancing, and I let out a squeal of surprise. His smile is so big it's showcasing his dimple, and he kisses me once, and then all over my face. "I've never been any better, Lee," he lets slip out, and then he kisses me again. And again until we're both laughing and he's so warm. He's so happy. He's home. He's my home. 

THE END