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Hold Me In Your Arms

Just some fun David and Gillian times around the time of the Webby awards. Story/idea credit goes to @totallyplatonicadultfriends ❤

All of this combined is a fucking joke. Such a funny joke. Fucking funny. She catches herself chuckling about it every now and then too. When her ankle isn’t throbbing. When the cast isn’t too hot, too impractical. Then, and only then, it’s funny. Her and David. What a fucking joke they are. Nine years of stunts and action-packed scene and neither of them ever got hurt, not seriously. Everyone asks how it happened. No one except her, David and the doctors know. She is not going to tell anyone. Ever, if she has anything to say about it. They’re too old. For all of this. Sneaking around, trying to spice up their sex life. They’re cured of that now anyway. She is, at least, and she is going to make sure that he is too.

When they met up in New York, both broken in places, both giggling like teenagers sharing a secret, she feels an underlying sadness, a restlessness she hasn’t felt in years. As the day drags on, she remembers. She leans into him, sneaks her arm around his waist. These things are the same, have not changed. But it’s not enough. The lack of his all engulfing hugs is a phantom pain she knows all too well. She’s no longer here, by his side in this new iteration of themselves, but back there in the past when she could never touch him the way she wanted to touch him. The reasons might have been different ones, the pain, though, it stings even now. She stares at his arm safely resting there in its sling and feels the phantom pain of what she knows and craves so badly.

It’s a long two weeks until they see each other again. It’s not fair that his injury has healed faster than hers, but when she sees him walking towards her, both his arms swinging gently by his sides, a boyish grin on his face, she finds she doesn’t care. Goosebumps break out on her skin, multiply with every step he comes closer.

“Hey babe.” Is all he can say before she throws herself at him, knowing he’ll catch her this time. His arms, both of them, tighten around her, hold her as close as possible. She leans her head against his chest and listens to his heartbeat, her favorite rhythm. Gillian closes her eyes, smiles unseen, revels in the fact that this belongs to her. His arms, his love. It’s hers. Her own fingers entwine behind his back; she’s not going to let go. They stand there not saying a word and just are.

“I missed this,” David whispers into her hair after an eternity. Her foot throbs, reminds her what a bad idea this is. She has a better one. A much better one.

“Take me to bed,” Gillian says and David chuckles in that juvenile way she secretly adores, “and put those arms – both of them – to good use.”