Danielle's Perspective POV
"Danielle?"
I smiled softly, turning my head to see Marshal standing there, his grin sparkling as he held out his hand. My forehead throbbed a little under the cloth taped there, and my eyebrow felt weird, but I didn't care. I pressed my lips together, letting his cold hand warm mine.
Every touch from him seemed to steal a bit of my energy, but in the best way possible. My mom opened the car door, holding it for me, and I shuffled in behind him, his hand squeezing mine gently every now and then.
"Come on, sweetie," my mom coaxed.
Marshal let go of my hand and bent slightly, resting a knee on the gravel. His hand brushed my thigh, and I instinctively placed mine over his. We just stood there, silent, watching each other breathe.
Are we really okay? I'd been thinking about it all day, about him, about me, about how I'd messed everything up and somehow survived it.
"Marshal, we have to go home. You two can talk later, okay?" my mom reminded us.
I closed my eyes at her words. His hand rubbed my thigh gently, and I opened them to see his hazy, unreadable gaze.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
He leaned toward me. "Nothing's wrong. I just... always hate saying goodbye, watching you leave."
I couldn't help myself. I lunged toward him, ignoring my aching sides, and pressed my lips to his. His hands cupped my waist, holding me carefully as a low moan escaped his throat. The kiss lingered, long and warm, until my mom groaned loudly.
"Hey! I know I said I wanted grandkids, but not now!"
I rolled my eyes, laughing as Marshal pulled back just enough to grin. "Buckle up, love."
I smirked, adjusting in my seat, and my mom laughed, patting my leg. I pressed my hand against the window, smiling faintly.
"I love you," he mouthed, pressing his larger hand over mine against the glass.
"I love you too," I replied, my heart full, as the car jerked forward. His free hand waved until he disappeared from the side mirror. I sighed, resting my head against the seat.
"You two are the cutest," my mom said softly.
"I hope so," I murmured, smiling.
Marshal's Perspective POV, Later that night
I yawned as the car rolled up around the large tree in front of Danielle's house. I wasn't sure if she was asleep yet, but either way, I had a plan. If she was awake, I could talk to her. If not... well, I could just watch her sleep, and that was a win in my book.
I carefully climbed up to a sturdy branch near her window, feet sinking into the soft soil below. "I can't tell if she's here," I muttered, settling on the branch. I knocked gently on the window, the wind rustling the leaves around me.
The window slid open, and there she was. "Oh, gosh, Marshal! I'm sorry," she said, gripping the window to steady herself.
"You're awake," I said, grinning.
"Yeah... couldn't sleep. My hip hurts badly," she admitted, moving aside so I could crawl inside.
I shook my head, smiling. "I'm glad you're here," she murmured.
"May I ask why?" I teased softly.
I bent down, shutting the window quietly behind me, and leaned against the wall. Our lips met briefly, a sweet, breathless connection. She rested her hands on my shoulders, pulling me gently closer, and I pressed my hands to her lower back, feeling her curves.
"Marshal?"
"Yes?"
"I'm stuck with you, aren't I?"
"Sadly... yes," I teased, grinning.
"I'm glad. I wouldn't ask for anything else."
Her words made my chest ache with happiness. I cupped her cheek, brushing my thumb lightly across her skin. "I love you more than you'll ever know," I whispered.
A small smile appeared on her plump lips. She was perfect. Sparkling eyes, soft voice, a few scars that only made her human, her laughter, her warmth... everything.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," I murmured, holding her closer. "I'll keep you safe, always."
"Marshal?"
"Yes, love?"
"You're crying."
I clicked my tongue in embarrassment. I rested my chin on her head, wrapping her in my arms. Her soft breath tickled my chest as my hands slid down her back, feeling her relax against me. Moonlight streamed through the window, highlighting the scattered pillows and blankets around her bed. A pair of jeans and a bra lay in the corner on the tie-dyed carpet, making the scene feel... perfectly domestic, perfectly ours.
"I'm glad I'm yours," she whispered.
"Always," I replied, pressing a soft, bone-chilling kiss to her lips.
"Also... love, you're a pervert, all that thinking earlier," she added, laughing.
"What?!"
"Yeah, love, should have licked me like you were thinking."
"Oh... god. As you wish," I whispered, and we both laughed quietly, feeling the warmth of being together.
I reminded myself, quietly, that she was okay. That this—her laughter, her warmth, her imperfections—was real. The world couldn't take her from me. Not now, not ever. Forever and always, 'til death do us part.
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