Good Enough (Scomiche)

Ch 4. Love Me

A/N - I should start a pool for bets on what it is. 

Bit of naughty scomiche in this one, nothing too graphic (sorry guys lol)

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My nightmares were gone. I had had nothing but dreamless, blissful sleep since Mitch had found his way back into my arms. With him next to me, I had nothing to fear. He was my safety. 

My nightmares had ended, but Mitch's came frequently. 

Every night I woke to silence and yet I knew that something was wrong. His face would be contorted in pain, his fingers tightening painfully around my arm. His breathing would be erratic, but he never made a sound. He simply clenched his jaw tightly, his head tossing from side to side, eyes dancing behind closed eyelids. 

It was a horrible sight. I’m not sure what is worse, having horrible nightmares yourself or watching the one you love suffering through them. 

It always took awhile to wake him, but I quickly learned the ways to bring him back to awareness. 

The first time it happened I tried to pry his strong fingers from my arm. This had resulted in them tightening, almost unbearably. He rolled, quicker than anything I’ve ever seen, on top of me, his eyes open and full of something I’d never seen before. Anger? Fear? 

No. Pure hatred.

The fingers of his other hand closed around my throat.

It took him a few moments, but as soon as he realized it was me he quickly released my neck and my, by then brightly colored, arm. He frantically tried to make sure I was alright while trying to catch his breath. The apologies spilled from his lips, but I wasn’t angry. I was shaken, understandably, but I was fine. I wanted to know if he was alright, but he just looked at me and lost it.

That night was the first time I’d ever seen Mitch break down. He collapsed onto my chest and cried, clinging to me like I was his only lifeline. He muttered something into my chest about missing me, something about trying to get away. He was too upset for me to try and ask questions, so I simply held him against me, rubbing his back, whispering comforting words.  That was the first time I’d ever had to be the strong one. I’m not sure I was very good at it, but I tried. I tried for him. 

The nightmares came every night for that next week and a half. I quickly learned to wake him by either speaking to him or kissing him. Both methods let him know that it was me, and he would wake much more peacefully. The tears came every night, and every night I held him and let him know that he was safe and that I loved him. 

Finally, one day I pulled the courage to ask more. 

I wanted to know, so maybe I could help him. I wanted to help ease his pain.

I just....needed to know. 

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“I’m not sure what I want to do with it.” 

I looked up at him standing in front of the mirror, running his fingers through his hair.

“Why do you need to do anything with it?” 

“I dunno. I just want to make sure it looks ok. What do you think I should do?” He smiled as my hands slid around his waist and my lips sought out the back of his neck. 

“I think that you look amazing no matter what you do.” My eyes met his as I let my chin rest on his shoulder. 

His eyes moved from mine, a bit embarrassed, and I grinned as the slight blush crept to his cheeks. I tightened my arms around him and held him close.