I woke up to find Rory's arms around me. I snuggled up closer to him, grateful for the low temperature of his body as well as desiring to be close to him. I kissed the patch of bare chest above the second button of his shirt (the fist undone) and closed my eyes in contentment.

"Morning, Charley darling," he murmured, surprising me: I hadn't noticed him waking up.

"Heya Rory," I replied.

A list of synonyms for ‘darling' randomly entered my mind, thought in Rory's wonderful mental voice: ‘sweetheart, angel, precious, other half of my heart'.

My smile grew wider,

"Thanks for staying beside me last night," I murmured.


"Tonight, I think we should sneak out and go for a stroll before you kiss me to sleep."

"I thought you didn't like the dark." Rory sounded confused.

"Oh, er... Well, I do."

"Why did you tell me you didn't?"

I felt a cool, probing touch in my mind and caught glimpses of my own memories which Rory was playing and heard various thoughts I'd had in the past while Rory sifted through. I found I didn't mind - the sensation was not unpleasant and this would answer his question since I didn't want to talk about my nightmare or mess up an explanation of something totally innocent. Rory found the nightmare along a string of thoughts that had appeared in my mind during this conversation.

"You had a nightmare about me?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," I replied, equally quietly.

"You never told me this... And you hid it really well."

"I know."

"You were scared before you knew about me... But then you didn't even tell me when you did know. Are you still scared?"

I shook my head.

Rory leant back so he could look into my eyes. His were brown, which surprised me - that was a sign of self-restraint and it almost put distance between us. "It feels like you just forgot about it... I suppose that's understandable but I'd rather you tell me these things. So I can comfort you."

"Are you sad?" I asked, seeing that his frown wasn't fading.

"A little," he admitted.

"Oh, Rory, I'm sorry! The nightmare obviously doesn't matter anymore. It was weird how it kinda foretold the future but otherwise, it's insignificant."

Rory sighed. "Okay then, but promise you'll tell me next time." His eyes became the colour of caramel which made me feel more comfortable and he gazed deep into my eyes.

"I promise. I love you." I leant up and kissed him. I felt him convey warmth to my mind, showing he was no longer sad but while also telling me with his thoughts that he was only concerned for me.

His arms wound around me tightly and I felt his protectiveness for me.

‘I love you too,' he added.

The End

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