Comfort

[failegaidin]

It's a drabble.

            She was afraid. The sound of ricocheting bullets still reverberated in her ears, bouncing inside her head and slowly driving her insane. As Jack took a sweep of the perimeter, Chloe walked herself slowly over to the bed, her whole body shaking. The hotel room was swathed in darkness, but she had no problem finding her way through it, lowering herself down onto the soft mattress.

            When Jack came in ten minutes later, he found her curled in the fetal position, still shaking. Locking the door behind him, he walked quickly over to the bed, taking off his shoes and crawling in next to her. He gently brought the covers over her before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest. He could feel the rapidity of her heartbeat; taking deep breaths, he used his body to calm her. Slowly her breathing came under control and fell into sync with his.

            Eventually she turned in his arms, bringing her face close to his. They laid there like that for a while, just staring at each other.

            “I need you,” Chloe finally whispered.

            “I’m right here,” he replied.

            She leaned in and brushed her lips softly against his. His lips moved against hers gently, soaking in the feel of her.

            “You’ll be here when I wake up?” she asked when she pulled away.

            “Always,” Jack answered.