Here It's Safe, Here It's Warm {Krawson}

The darkness envelopes you both like the tangled mass of sheets that float over your bodies that nestle together. She lays against your chest, her head tucked under yours. Her hair is soft against your neck and cheek that you shaved just for her.

It seems like lots of things are just for her now. Your voracious money-saving as your first example. You hadn't spent a dime on a girl or a drop of liquor in weeks. Gambling helped you increase your wealth, but you weren't making any friends by winning. And some days you bet too deeply. Those days hurt you. They hurt you very deeply.

Work, work, work. All you did was work when you weren't with Nia. You smile. She lets you call her Nia now and it makes you feel warm inside. It wasn't love. It was something else. It had to be.

You kiss her forehead, sliding away some of that beautiful red hair. She'd lost a family member and it was ripping her apart. You were thankful to have not lost anyone important yet. Your grip around her tightened as you thought about her slipping through your fingers like Seelie had. You kiss her forehead again and loosen your grip from around her side.

Her bare skin feels so soothing against yours. That gentle heat, thumping heart and the powerful rise and fall of her rib cage and breasts. You love the way she fits against your body, rather than into it.

You swore you'd be taller than her someday. Maybe that someday would be soon. You were only sixteen after all.

But not for long. I'll be seventeen. Seventeen and more ready to face the world than I was before. I'll save money. Reform. Become worthy of her. She's rich and high class. She deserves it. If I can't do that for her, at least, then I'd need to let her go.

But the way her skin feels against yours is too addictive. You want to hold her like this forever, bathed in the gentle moonlight that tiptoes into your bedroom. The windows are open, making the gauzy drapes sway in the cool autumn breeze. It's arctic cold, but you like it this way. It makes it more comfortable to snuggle against her for warmth.

The tides are turning, the winds shifting, the weather changing and you're growing. You feel like you're actually growing up for once, rather than just staying the same. And she's done this for you. 

You hold her tighter against you, shifting slightly as you try to not wake her. She's so beautiful in your arms like this. She's beautiful in the sunlight, in the darkness, in the moonlight, in the mirror, in the mind, in a boat, on the beach. Anywhere. 

And she was here in your arms.

Are you sure it's only a physical thing for you, love?