In His Arms, She was safe
(Screenie courtesy of Trem Fenn - Balmung)
He sighed softly as the woman slept, looking over the Viera after the conversation they had. “What was it about you.” He muttered softly to herself as to not wake her. “Why is it that I cant get the moments with you out of my head?” he said even softer as her cute snores echoed from his chest. He slowly ran his hands through her hair, giving her a small kiss on the top of her head. “I promise you’ll be safe in my arms, Trem. I promise.” he said to her knowing full well his words fell on deft ears.
His mind went back to the way they sat, the way the relaxed on the couch and just talked. That’s what he enjoyed so much, they could just sit and talk and enjoy the company of one another. Even after her working three, sometimes a week straight with her job, she always came to him at night, and he let her, he let her sleep so she would feel safe, feel like he was home.
Because that’s what he wanted. Her to become his home.
