Chalant Kisses

Angel Kiss

"I hope you know you are loved. I hope things get simpler for you. Peaceful. Spend your days with easy breaths and soft words. You deserve light through your windowsill. I hope it comes your way soon."

Zatanna is like a dove, full of innocence and sweetness. Laying in her bed she was a sight of pure beauty with a ethereal glow surrounding her and a halo above her head from the light shining through her windowsill.

The cover was pulled over her chest and she was laying on her side. She wasn't snoring, light breathes eased out of her slightly open mouth instead. She was hugging his arm tightly in hers.

She had a nightmare, another of Fate taking away her dad. He had heard the screaming and came to check on her before she could wake Connor up. She was crying and clung to him as soon as he was close enough to the bed. She sobbed into his shirt and he shushed and rubbed her back until her tears stopped falling and her sobs turned into soft whimpers.

She started to doze off but she refused to let go of his shirt. So he laid down beside her and decided he would leave when she fell asleep. He didn't expect to fall asleep with her.

He tried to quietly slide off the bed and slip his arm from her grasp. She shifted in her sleep, tugging her arm, turning over to her other side and awkwardly pulling him further into the bed when she pulled his arm with her.

When she wasn't budging he resorted to waking her up, "Zee. Zee, wake up."

"No." She mumbled.

"No? Why not?"

"If I let go you're going to leave."

He stopped trying to sneak away when he heard her whisper. She couldn't feel any movement until he tried to pull his arm out of her grasp again. She sighed and let his arm go and tucked herself deeper into her cover. She heard the bed creak when he slid off of it and tucked herself deeper into her blankets.

It shocked her when she felt someone breathing in front of her. SHe opened her eyes and he was kneeling beside her bed. With two fingers, he gently closed one eye, then the other. She flinched when she felt his presence getting closer. Then she felt the faint pressure on her right eye, then her left. Then he pulled away and she opened her eyes. He was smiling.

"Does this mean you're staying?" She asked.

"Yes."

"You could've just stayed in bed."

"I could've, but I really wanted to kiss you."

"You could've kissed me in the bed."

"Will you scoot over so that I can get in the bed?"

"Climb in on the other side."

"I don't want to sleep on that side."

"You're mighty picky."

"Do you want me to get in the bed or not?"

"Fine. I'm scooting over."