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Under the covers, eyes are on the ceiling as he's been her pillow. Her head rests above his chest, listening to how calm his heart beat is. Smelling her shampoo, kissing her temple from time to time. Brushing her hair with his fingers, caressing the skin on her shoulder.
It feels like a dream to him, to have her in his arms. To have her this close, in his bed with him, hugging and cuddling after they made love. He can feel her fingers play above his abdomen that tickles him, and how her breathing is so even.
Couldn't believe that she managed to calm him down when he was about to set the whole world on fire because of his anger.
She's the cold water spilled above his crown made out of fire. She's the ice melting and drip it's cold water on his igniting rocks.
She's his medicine.
