Disclaimer: I don’t own them,
Jim does
72 Hours
Alec’s POV
72 Hours ago she changed everyone’s lives.
I’m laying
here watching her sleep; a rarity for her I know, because unlike me she doesn’t
have the luxury of oblivion that sleep can sometimes bring. I’m watching her
trying to figure out why she looks so different. Although I figure three days
of non-stop, mind-blowing sex, will make even the most uptight and tense person
smile. But I don’t think that’s the reason she seems to have changed.
72 Hours ago she changed my life.
Change. That’s what has
been the cornerstone of our relationship, our friendship, our whatever-the-hell
we’ve been to each other; since before we even met. She changed my life for the first time, the
night she and the others, my twin included escaped from Manticore.
She changed
it again the day she returned and blew up the D.N.A lab; and I changed hers the
night I walked into her cell. She changed my life yet again when she named me;
giving me back a piece of myself that I hadn’t even
realised that I’d been missing.
72 Hours ago I watched as she ripped a man’s still beating heart from
his chest; smashed it under her boot and walked away without a backward glance.
I gently
pull her closer, tighter against my body; seeking the warmth and shelter from
her that I have craved for months; and for which she has denied me until
now. Nuzzling my face in her hair, I
take in her scent. That undeniably unique mix of aroma’s that have tantalised
my mind, since the first time I met her.
That sweet heady scent that I’ve never been able to describe, but which
even as a child back at Manticore; before I’d even
ever heard of X5-452, of Max; would drift into my unconscious mind and somehow
soothe my heart. Making it possible to dream a dreamless sleep, where I could
forget all the atrocities that I’d committed on Manticore's
behalf during the day.
72 Hours ago I watched as a rosy flush blossomed on her face; and the
heady aroma of her pheromones invaded my senses.
Gently I
kiss the curve of her neck and watch as a small smile curves her full lips, as
she instinctively moves herself closer into my embrace. With difficulty I try and suppress the smirk
that I can feel tugging at the corners of my lips. If someone had told me five
days ago that I would be laying here, wrapped around her small lithe body like
this; I would have laughed in their face and asked them what they’d been
smoking.
72 Hours ago she walked towards me, looked me square in the eyes; leaned
up and whispered in my ear the three words that I never thought I would ever
hear her say.
I look at
this small bundle of hell-cat that I hold in my arms; and marvel at how this
diminutive woman, has the power to rule my life, and doesn’t even realise it.
How when she smiles, I smile. When she laughs, I laugh. How when she’s pain and
hurting, all I want to do is gather her into my arms and hold her until the
pain has gone away.
I once told
72 Hours ago Max went into heat.
I can feel
her warm breath caressing my skin; and I find myself running the
our last few hour’s together through my mind. Smiling at the memories of
her thrashing beneath me, squeezing me; making me shudder into my release as
she screams my name in pleasure… Pleasure that I gave her; that she’s given me in return. I
close my eyes at the images and smile.
72 Hours ago I watched as she finally accepted herself, accepted me,
accepted us.
I can feel
her fingertips tracing the shape of my face; their gentle touch as she brushes
them across my lips. I suppress a
shudder as she slowly, soothingly strokes her small hand along my arm. Her
touch is gentle, reverent as though she isn’t even aware that she’s doing it.
I keep my
eyes closed, not wanting to disturb her from whatever thoughts are running
through her mind; not wanting to move past this single peaceful moment in our
otherwise tumultuous lives.
She shifts
in my arms, as I feel her learning towards me, her hair brushes my chest just
as her lips softly graze my ear; and she repeats those three little words that
have given me so much joy, and happiness.
So much contentment.
“I choose
you”, she whispers, as she nips at my earlobe. Quickly I turn us over so that
she’s lying beneath me as I gaze down upon her face.
72 Hours ago I felt a burst of happiness wash over me, and fill my
heart; taking the place of all the fear and loneliness that until that moment
had resided there.
She smiles
up at me, with her heart there for me to see in her eyes. I silently watch as
she reaches her hand up to caress my cheek and brush a lock of my hair behind
my ear.
“I choose
you”, she says again. “I choose you, Alec. I choose you”.
Leaning down
to capture her lips, I find suddenly find myself not caring that were in the
middle of a war. That were barricaded behind wire fences, or that were being
hunted into extinction like animals. Because in this moment I
finally feel free.
9 Months ago she changed my world when she set me free, when she set all
of us free.
72 Hours ago, she unlocked the cage that had surrounded my heart.
72 Hours ago she chose me as her mate.