Chrome can feel it the instant before he stirs, the surge of power that signals his awakening and she's so very careful not to react with her own. She doesn't want to be seen as a threat despite all the instincts in her screaming that Tsuna is dangerous. He is, but not to her, never to her.
She waits for him to look at her, carefully vulnerable in her slip of a night gown, exposed from where his thrashing and wakefulness has thrown off the covers.
"We're safe, Boss." She murmurs. It's the first thing to tell him.
No immediate answer, not verbally. Tsuna just stares at her, pale and feeling as though he's been left in the snow from how cold he is even with the sweat on his skin. Every bit of air is gulped down.
"Safe?" he quotes back to her, still breathless, but at least the heat in the air is starting to dissipate. His eyes are dark, not bright piercing amber. Shakily, he wipes a hand across his face. He can still see blood. "We're safe..."
Chrome reaches up, catching his hand after he wipes it across his face, and brings it to her own, rubbing her cheek against his fingers. Then she props herself up on one elbow, the strap of her night gown sliding off her shoulder.
She moves closer to him, pressing against his side now that he's acknowledged her presence and has registered her as something other than a threat.
Her weight besides him, her hand guiding his touch to her weight, it keeps his dazed stare on her. Automatically, without really thinking about it, he leans back. His fingers stay along her cheek. A woman, missing an eye, with indigo hair- like no one in so many of the memories.
"You," is the simple but honest answer, his fingers still roaming slowly along her skin and dipping down to her now bare shoulder. He knows he needs her, to be exactly as she is. It brushes away any of the other, foreign, memories.
Chrome is a little afraid sometimes she's spent too much time with Mukuro because of the surge of possessive satisfaction she gets when Tsuna expresses his desire for her. Not Kyoko, not Yamamoto, or Gokudera, or any one else, just her.
"I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
She lays back again, making herself purposefully vulnerable to him, and to the room at large, another signal to prove to his subconscious that they are safe.
A small noise hops out his throat when she suddenly goes back against the bed, away from his touch. He stares at her, blinking slowly, before his request falls from his lips.
"Can I touch you?"
He knows her, he does, and he's certain that exploring with his hands will make it all clear. Just that, nothing else.
Chrome smiles, and shifts, lifting the thin silk over her head and dropping it away towards the empty part of the large bed. She doesn't know if Tsuna wants something sexual or just confirmation of her, but it doesn't matter.
"However you want to."
She will give him as much of herself to touch with no illusions as he wants. Her scars are all there, from the accident and organs, eating up her skin across her right ribs and her stomach, but there are other smaller ones too littered here and there from later years.
With Tsuna, admittedly, sometimes the lines can be rather blurred. The soft way he ghosts his hands across her chest is very much similar to the way he enjoys touching his partners in bed- adoring them, worshiping them, taking his time so that he doesn't forget the shape of their bodies. Chrome has never been any different, with how much he loves her, too.
Every scar gets his utmost attention as his fingers trace out the lines and shape, eyes staring down quietly, and he lingers on every curve of her breasts. It's when his touch reaches the blatant scarring on her sides that he slows even further. Flame flickers to life again at his fingertips, but just briefly, a flare of soft orange, and sinks into her flesh.
"Chrome," he whispers after a moment, blinking rapidly in succession a few times, but still a little spacey.
"Boss." Chrome murmurs her name for him back low in her throat.
His tracing of her scars has drawn goosebumps along her skin. She is alternately over sensitive and unfeeling at different points around her scar tissue and she never quite knows what part of his touch is going to create a reaction for her.
The harmonious flames he sinks into her skin, right over her transplanted organs seep relaxation through her and pull a soft moan from her throat.
Whether he actually notices the sound that pours out from Chrome is a mystery. Tsuna doesn't act like he hears her, just slides his fingers against the subtle differences where her skin is scarred and not. Something about it seems to sooth him and, eventually, he curls up against her side with his head on her stomach and hair brushing along the underside of one breast.
"It's really you." The world is starting to come into focus again.
Chrome hums and carefully threads her fingers into Tsuna's hair. It tickles the sensitive skin it's brushing against as she plays with it, but a tickle is by no means the hardest sensation she's ever had to work around or ignore.
"It's me, Boss. In the flesh, no illusions. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Despite the conversations they've had in the past, Chrome's fingers still rank high in Tsuna's list of favorite things about her. Something about them is noticeable, unique, as they thread through his hair, and Tsuna breathes. In, out, slowly. Steady.
Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
warmskies) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
badliifechoiice22016-01-03 08:14 pm
no subject
She waits for him to look at her, carefully vulnerable in her slip of a night gown, exposed from where his thrashing and wakefulness has thrown off the covers.
"We're safe, Boss." She murmurs. It's the first thing to tell him.
no subject
"Safe?" he quotes back to her, still breathless, but at least the heat in the air is starting to dissipate. His eyes are dark, not bright piercing amber. Shakily, he wipes a hand across his face. He can still see blood. "We're safe..."
no subject
She moves closer to him, pressing against his side now that he's acknowledged her presence and has registered her as something other than a threat.
"What do you need, Tsuna?"
no subject
"You," is the simple but honest answer, his fingers still roaming slowly along her skin and dipping down to her now bare shoulder. He knows he needs her, to be exactly as she is. It brushes away any of the other, foreign, memories.
no subject
"I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
She lays back again, making herself purposefully vulnerable to him, and to the room at large, another signal to prove to his subconscious that they are safe.
"What do you need from me?"
no subject
"Can I touch you?"
He knows her, he does, and he's certain that exploring with his hands will make it all clear. Just that, nothing else.
no subject
"However you want to."
She will give him as much of herself to touch with no illusions as he wants. Her scars are all there, from the accident and organs, eating up her skin across her right ribs and her stomach, but there are other smaller ones too littered here and there from later years.
no subject
Every scar gets his utmost attention as his fingers trace out the lines and shape, eyes staring down quietly, and he lingers on every curve of her breasts. It's when his touch reaches the blatant scarring on her sides that he slows even further. Flame flickers to life again at his fingertips, but just briefly, a flare of soft orange, and sinks into her flesh.
"Chrome," he whispers after a moment, blinking rapidly in succession a few times, but still a little spacey.
no subject
His tracing of her scars has drawn goosebumps along her skin. She is alternately over sensitive and unfeeling at different points around her scar tissue and she never quite knows what part of his touch is going to create a reaction for her.
The harmonious flames he sinks into her skin, right over her transplanted organs seep relaxation through her and pull a soft moan from her throat.
no subject
"It's really you." The world is starting to come into focus again.
no subject
"It's me, Boss. In the flesh, no illusions. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
no subject
Safe. Everything is safe, and Chrome is there. No one else.
"...Tell me a favorite memory. Between the two of us. Please?"