Beyond The Sea Blue Light

Feel Like The Stars I Stole For You

I take the evening shift, leaning against the door of the room where Andy is being kept. It reminds me of when Vic was being kept in this room, how I would sleep out here, desperate to spend any time I could with him. Or at least as near to him as I could.

Andy has been asleep the entire day. We've checked in I'm him a few times, giving him another dose. It's one less thing we have to worry about which is good. My mind is already cluttered full of worries.

I shift my weight, trying to get more comfortable. There's no sound from the rest of the house. Jack and Alex are sleeping—Jack has the next shift. I assume Vic is too, since he hasn't come over to check on me for a while. It's just me, awake in the quiet house.

The light is streaming in through the window, slowly fading as the minutes tick by. It's almost dusk, the stars barely vainly above the tree line. As I watch, the sun disappears behind the clouds, leaving the orange and pink to streak across the sky before slowly fading away.

I'm falling asleep by the time Jack comes to relieve me of my duty. Mumbling a thanks to him, I stumble down the hall, opening the door to Vic's and my bedroom.

He looks up as I come in, watching me with tired eyes.

"Did I wake you?" I ask, sitting down beside him.

He shakes his head. "I woke up a while ago," he says, his voice still raspy with sleep. "Did you just get off guard duty?"

I nod, leaning against the headboard. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?" I wonder out loud.

"I hope so," he says. "Sometimes I wish someone would tell us if we were. Even a giant glowing sign from the sky saying 'you're doing it wrong' would be nice."

I can't help but smile. "It would," I agree.

His lips softly brush against mine as he leans over. "But can we forget about that for now?" he asks. "I just want to spend time with you right now."

I don't have any objection to that. I kiss him back, shifting so I'm sitting in his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"Stop me when you want, okay?" He murmurs as he kisses down my chest, his hands trailing down my back. I don't want to stop him, even as his fingers play with the waistband of my jeans, sliding underneath them. I nod, letting out a quiet moan as he kisses me again. My whole body aches for him, wanting the comfort more and more.

"This okay?" He asks as he fiddles the button on my jeans. I nod, gasping as he tugs my pants down, kissing the skin below, his lips warm against my cold skin. This is the farthest we've ever gone but I don't want him to stop.

He kisses me harder, the warmth from his body spilling over into mine. The cold air brushes against my skin as he tugs off my jeans. I watch him, blushing as he pulls off his shirt. Old bruises and scars mar his skin, just like they do mine. The beautiful marks and blemishes, the imperfections, each of them telling a story, one of sorrow and painful memories. I reach over, running my fingertips over the darkened, puckered scars on his shoulder and stomach where the bullets went in. They're mostly healed now, the scars fading, yet the sight of them makes my heart ache. I have the strange urge to cry, knowing that they're from the time that he sacrificed himself from me. Just knowing that he loves me so much that he's willing to die for me makes emotions swell inside of me.

"You okay?" he murmurs, as if noticing my thoughts. When I nod, he leans down again, kissing me softly, tangling his hand in my hair.

I can only nod, smiling into his kisses. I've never been better, being in his arms.

His eyes are dark as he looks down at me, a question in his eyes. I nod, anticipation filling me as he kissed me again, softer and sweeter this time.

"I love you," he says, his voice raw with emotion. "Kellin, you don't know how much I love you."

"I love you too," I say back. "God, I love you so much."

With that he smiles, kissing me again and again and again. His body presses against mine, filling me up with warmth, letting every nerve in my body sing at his touch. And I want him, just as much as he wants me.

And then it's just him and me. He's mine and I'm his and that's all either of us need.