[for zahra] a girl walks in and carves her name on my heart

[st_ingofthehundred]

The remaining fruit had been gathered and put in a basket. The room service cart had been put outside. Socks had been sent off with Lillith and Zvezda....

The door shut behind the last of their friends, leaving Kash alone with Zahra.

In the hours that had passed since her arrival, it had finally begun to sink in that his beloved Zahra had come for him. That she was pregnant with his child (children?) had a ways to go yet.

She had her back to him at the moment. Kash took the opportunity to let himself breathe. And also to appreciate the way the soft grey dress Lillith had brought clung to her curves, caressing them. Holy gods, the woman was beautiful. Perfect.

Before she could turn around, he slipped up behind her and wound his arms around her. One hand rested protectively over her abdomen, but his face was buried in soft, floral-scented spill of her hair. "You're really here," he whispered, like if he spoke too loud, he'd break this dream into a million cutting shards.

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[st_affofthemoon]

"Lilith is the only family I care for. I'm glad this place is here. She seems very happy. It's time for her to have that somewhere." And she hoped Lillith would find love too, if it was possible.

[st_ingofthehundred]

"She's safe here," Kash offered by way of agreement. And promise. As much as she'd taken care of him, he'd protected her. She'd needed very little protection. He didn't think she'd so much as shed a tear since she arrived. "We all are, as weird as that is."

He smoothed his hand over her hip, while he stared up at the ceiling. "How are you doing with all of this?"

[st_affofthemoon]

"It's all a bit to take in, if I'm being completely honest, but the fact you're here, and so many friends from home - it's all I need to be happy." And that she was here to help heal him made her even more happy - Kash deserved to be happy. "I already feel like I'm home."

[st_ingofthehundred]

"Z." Kash lowered his head and lifted her chin on his fingers at the same time. This should have been harder than it was, but they'd worked out keeping her horns from gouging him the first time they slept together, long before sex was involved.

"Baby, it's me. You don't have to be okay just because everything's chill. I know I'm a wreck, but I'm not so much of a wreck I can't pull my shit together for you if you need to be not okay for a little while."

[st_affofthemoon]

"I know... but it's true." Although perhaps it was just because it still hadn't quite hit her and it would later on. "I have you and our friends. Where we are does not quite matter."

[st_ingofthehundred]

Kash nodded and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes closed as he inhaled the musky, but reassuring, scent of sex with Z (that somehow smelled intensely different than sex with Vesh and not just because of the absence of copious blood). Whenever it hit her, he would be here.

After awhile, he said quietly, "Feels good to hold you again," because fuck segues, it was Z.

[st_affofthemoon]

Her lips formed a smile against his bare skin, though her eyes stayed closed. "You've got some extra strength in those arms of yours."

[st_ingofthehundred]

No one else had mentioned it, but of course Z had noticed. "I had to do something with my time. I've been doing something they call 'working out'. I'll show you tomorrow. Or maybe the next day." He might not want to leave the room for a few days.

[st_affofthemoon]

"I imagine there's a lot you'll have to show me. I couldn't ask for a better teacher, I'm sure." She let her fingers lightly run over his chest opposite of where her head lay.

[st_ingofthehundred]

Kash ran his fingers slowly through her hair. "I'll teach you anything and everything. But you probably haven't slept in twenty-four hours, you need rest, and..." He sighed and mumbled, "...nightmares."

[st_affofthemoon]

Zahra reached over his chest for his hand to hold and squeeze in a silent reply to the murmur she heard. She could handle the nightmares with him.

Eyes still close, it was his heartbeat that was sending her off to sleep before anything else. His fantastic heartbeat.

[st_ingofthehundred]

"I love you, Z," he told her and hooked the blanket on his toes. He reached down to catch the edge of the blanket and draw it up over her shoulders.

He knew she was drifting off to sleep, so he only whispered when he promised, "I won't ever leave you again."