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Blade wasn’t sure what time it was when you slipped into his bedroom under the cover of darkness. It was obviously late into the night as you snuck into his room, stalking through the pitch black on the tips of your toes as you tried your best not to disturb him. He couldn’t fathom why. You could be as loud as a raging bull and he would still let you squirm your way under the thick blanket and welcome you with open arms. He believed your courtesy was sometimes wasted on the likes of him.
This situation had almost become a nightly routine by now so it only felt natural for Blade when you wormed your way under the warm blankets to curl up into his arms. He stopped studying the back of his eyelids when he felt your soft, plump body nestle against him, his bright, crimson gaze flickering like candle wicks as he watched you cuddle up to his side.
"Again?" he asked, his voice ringing out in the silence.
You paused as you settled beside him, warm, fluffy blankets cascading down your shoulders as you peered up at him through tired lashes. You idly chewed on the dry skin of your lips as you slowly nodded, a hum of agreement stirring in your throat.
"I’m sorry. Did I wake you?" you murmured sheepishly.
"No."
A small, little sigh breezed past your lips as you wriggled closer to Blade, his arms coming to loosely wrap around your plump waist as your hands settled on his chest. You ran your fingers over his torso, the tips of your curious fingers tracing the various scars that littered his body. You felt the familiar dip of the haggard scar slashed across his ribs as you trailed your fingers over his chest, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath the warm touch of your hands. Blade found himself leaning into your touch as you continued to softly paw at his chest, the gears in your mind turning over as you stared up at him in thought. You just realised you hadn’t answered his question.
"I…had a bad dream again" you whispered into the darkness; voice meek and only meant for Blade’s ears.
A noise stirred in Blade’s chest, the vibrations dancing beneath your fingertips as he ushered you closer. He could feel the light tremble of your arms as bad thoughts still plagued your mind, your body tense and on edge even as you settled in his embrace. He loathed to see you in pain. It irked him. Your nightmares were one of the only things that this swordsman couldn’t cut with his blade. He couldn’t chase them away with words of comfort either. He didn’t have a way with words like you did. The way they could curl in his mara stricken mind and soothe his soul, bringing him back from that dangerous edge. You had more control over him than you realised. He was so tightly wrapped around your finger that you could ask him for anything and he would give it to you. Yet, he still could not chase away the faceless demons that haunted your dreams. For now, this was all he could offer. And to you, that was enough.
His strong arms coiled tighter around your shivering frame, large hands slipping under your ridiculously oversized night shirt to rest against your soft stomach. A hum of content bubbled warmly in your chest as his calloused hands slipped around your back, the tips of his fingers rubbing along the ridges of your spine in a soothing motion. Your eyes slipped shut as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, hands squeezing his bare hips in silent appreciation as he continued with his ministrations. You knew Blade wasn’t the best with words, but his actions would scream louder than anything that fell from his parted lips. You felt him rest his chin against your forehead, lips pressed to the top of your head as he nudged his nose into your soft hair. Even with your eyes closed you still traced the scars over his body, hands having complete access to his nude form curling protectively around you. A small smile touched your lips at the memory of when you discovered his habit of sleeping naked for the first time. You could still recall the way you had shrieked.
"What do you find so amusing?" Blade inquired.
You stifled your giggles as you shook your head, burying your face back into the crook of his neck as your hot cheeks warmed his skin.
"Nothing" you mumbled sleepily. "Just…thank you."
Blade grunted softly in reply as he rubbed his hands along your back, feeling the tension in your muscles slowly unwind as you started to relax in his hold. He wedged his knee between your thick legs as he moved closer, bodies pressed and tangling further beneath the sheets. Blade peered down at you with curious eyes as your breathing started to steady, the pulse of your heart finally settling as he turned words over and over in his head. He still could not fathom how you found comfort bundled up in his arms.
"Is this enough?" Blade asked.
He had assumed you had fallen asleep when you didn’t immediately respond. But he was pleasantly surprised when you did reply, nose nudging the hollow of his throat as you took a deep and calming breath.
"More than enough."
For someone that claimed to be nothing more than a weapon to be used, he held you with a gentleness that seemed uncanny to such an intimidating man known as Blade. Yet wrapped in his arms like this, it felt like the safest place you could be.