He loved her like a lover should <3

She rolls out of bed again, gasping for air, hating these nightmares that plague her. It seems each time she lays her head down to sleep, they worsen. And the worsen only because in comparison to the life she lives when she's awake, they're horrible. It used to be her nightmares and her conscious life were equally agonizing. Now her midnight agonies are emphasized by the wonderful life she lives today.

 

She drags her feet to the bathroom, going to take some more of those pills the doctor gave her... Her heart is beating in her throat, she can feel its pressure and anxiety throughout her limbs. She tries to suppress the scared little noises and cries coming from her throat, afraid to wake him up.

 

And it doesn't work. She falls to the ground, in so much pain, hating every piece of guilt and shame she has ever felt; hating the nightmares that take hold of her and hold her back. The bathroom light is glaring into her tear-stained face, adding to the pulsating pain in her temples.

 

He appears at the door, the look of concern pressed like a stamp between his brows. He's frantic, he doesn't know what to do.

 

"What's the matter, honey?" he asks, leaning down into her face, lifting her chin with a tender hand. She can't speak yet, she's still gasping for air, her chest in pins and needles. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

 

She just shakes her head, trying to hold back her tears. He helps her stand, and she can't look him in the face. This pain is so ugly.. these nightmares are horrible, scary, and grotesque. She can't help but feel so unattractive and ugly when these kind of things take her over... She tries not to look into the mirror where his gorgeous, compassionate eyes are still studying her grimacing face.

 

He feels helpless. He pulls her hair out of her eyes, and attempts to wipe away the tears. She still can't look him in the face. He buries his nose in her hair, hugging her tight to him, wishing to steal all her pain, if only for a night. She gets cold chills from his breath running down her neck, tickling her collar bone.

 

"I hope you know I love you, bunnie bear," he whispers, his mouth pressed against her ear. She can't help but smile.

 

"I love you too, boo." He turns her around and plants a few tender kisses along her forehead. His hands crawl up to her neck, tracing the curves of her body. His lips meet hers in a tender arc, and she can't help but smile against him. She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing his chest and heartbeat as close to hers as she can manage.

 

She can feel his heart race against her breasts, only separated from his heart by a faded gray tee-shirt. She needs to feel his heartbeat against her bare skin, closer than ever, closer than now. She pulls back, and he can feel what she's going to say right as it hits the tip of her tongue.

 

"Make love to me."

 

And he carried her to the bedroom, kissed her shoulders, held her so her heart was right on top of his. He took away her pain with every touch, every kiss, with every noise between them. He wrapped her in his love and made her his, made her pain his, and shared it between them like lovers should.

 

He loved her as God loves the church... with everything. Sacrificing for her, cradling her, taking care of her as best he could. He protected her like a guardian angel, and made their love known to others.

 

He loved her like a lover should <3