Darcy/Natasha 2
The nightmares didn’t happen every night. Not even every week. It was just about long enough between each time it happened that Darcy would start to think that maybe that last one really was the last one. Maybe there just wouldn’t be anymore.
But it never failed. Nat would sit straight up like she’d never been sleeping at all, breath rasping, eyes scanning the room like she expected something.
And Darcy knew better than to ask. She knew that whatever haunted her girlfriend’s dreams wasn’t something she would share with Darcy. Those were memories to be shared with other people who knew. And that was okay.
“Nightmare again?” Darcy asked quietly as Nat’s abrupt shift of position woke her up.
There was a nod, barely visible in the dim light. Darcy pushed herself to a sitting position too, wrapping herself around her girlfriend. One leg behind her back, one leg under the space between her raised knees and the bed, so close that Nat’s arm pressed into her front. One arm hugged her, as close as she could, the other reached out until she was holding Nat’s wrist, gripping it tightly.
“I’m here,” Darcy whispered in the dark, her lips moving over the side of Nat’s silky hair. “It’s just you and me.”
Nat leaned her head over, resting the side of her head against Darcy’s forehead. “Thank you.”