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You feel fuzzy when she kisses you.
The world feels like it is spinning and you don’t know how to stop it but it’s the good kind of dizzy (if there ever was one). You hold her close, feel the fabric of her gray sleepwear as you place your palm on the small of her back. Her mouth opens and you try to reciprocate as best as you can, your experience seemingly ebbing as she matches your kisses with her own.
You love her for it—the way she can dodge your punches and retaliate with graceful kicks (she knows they’re your weakness and you've been working on it more ever since you talked about what had happened in the train).
Your surroundings fade away and nothing seems to register anymore except her. Her hands are everywhere, smoothing down the light fabric of your orange tee, thumbing at the edge and slipping a few deft and slender fingers beneath your shirt. Your eyes shut and you try to get in a few words in between kisses.
You arch your body and grit your teeth, trying to avoid the inevitable moan that is threatening to rush out of your throat. It's dark but everything is blurry and you can't help but let out a gasp as the body above you rushes forward to meet yours. An odd thing, you think, for the darkness to be solace for the both of you. She says she still sees you even in the dark of the night. You feel a tiny bit envious of her ability because you kind of want to see her, too.
“Blake, I—,” before you can finish the statement, you gasp sharply, feeling the cold air hit your senses as your eyes adjust in the dark.
You rise from the bed and wipe the sweat from your forehead. You take in the sleeping forms of your teammates in the dark, seeing the faintest of outlines due to the moonlight passing through the curtains.
You hate it when this happens.
A choked sob escapes from your lips, grit teeth and sheets bunched up on your fists stopping the water pooling in your eyes.
Lately, your dreams are like nightmares, haunting you in your lonely hours.