Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Emancipation ❯ Nightmares Interlude I ( Chapter 10 )

Emancipation

Thanatos-Aire

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X. Nightmares Interlude I

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It was Duo who woke me up. I thought it would be Tro since he had napped already, but Duo must have been awakened since he was still in the middle.

At first, it was nice. Mind-blowing sex left the three of us drowsy and we cuddled together in a pile to drift off into post-coital dreamscapes. Warm, almost fuzzy inside, I dropped off into a deep sleep for a while, but coming back up…

It's kind of blurry, but the empty concaved feeling in my chest hasn't yet faded. I think I'm even on an adrenaline high from the nightmare.

“You sure you're okay, darlin'?” Duo whispers, lips beside my ear as he hugs me tightly. For some reason, he holds me more after my nightmares. Like he thinks I only get them once in a while or something, or that the ones I wake up from are really really bad.

It's not true. I have nightmares every other night, and I wake from even the not-so-scary ones. I'm just usually careful not to let him or Tro know.

I nod and turn to my side to face him, and let myself clutch at his shoulder and hip. Tonight was a bad one.

Behind him, Trowa shifts, and a hand appears ontop of mine on Duo's hip. There's a murmured nothing-whisper in French, but I'm sure he's still asleep. The three of us are used to comforting each other at night; if we woke every time, we'd have dropped dead from exhaustion long ago.

I've even seen Duo comfort Tro while having a nightmare himself.

That really says a lot about my lovers, doesn't it?

Duo's arm shifts up so that he can pet my hair gently. It's something that I've learned to love, having fingers running through my hair to rub at my scalp. It's comforting, soothing, a corporeal expression of refuge. “Tell me?” he breathes in my ear.

I shake my head. There's no need for them to know the things that haunt my mind. Especially since tonight was another one about him.

So I clasp onto him and whatever I can grab of Trowa, and cling.

Sometimes dreams come true -- sometimes they are true. And sometimes, they were. Either way, I hate nightmares.

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to be continued