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You are so incredibly soft. Blade always silently marvelled at how easily your skin squished under his touch, such a complete contrast to his own scarred and weary body. Your plump figure was soft on his aching hands, warm against his cool skin and sparking back a semblance of warmth as he slipped his hands under the hem of your shirt and rested the large palms on your round stomach. It felt just as comforting as the pile of blankets and pillows you were currently nesting in.
You stirred only briefly, dozing and drifting in and out of consciousness, your long lashes fluttering against your round cheeks as your eyes briefly flickered under the lids. You buried your face further into the crook of Blade’s neck, finding solace in long silky tresses of his dark hair as the wisps tickled your cheek. You took a deep breath as your arms coiled tighter around his back, lost in the tangle of his hair as you pressed the tips of your fingers into the ridges of his spine. When you took a deep breath, the familiar scent of your shampoo curled deep in the pit of your lungs. The smell was comforting as you fell deeper into Blade’s embrace, his body covering yours like a heavy, weighted blanket. It was grounding and something that you needed for the moment.
You stirred again as Blade continued to run his hands over the swell of your soft stomach, squeezing the soft pudge until it spilled between the gaps of his fingers and made you tingle all over. A disgruntled noise stirred in the back of your throat, warm breath puffing against the side of Blade’s neck but you did not stop the prod of his hands. You encouraged him to continue, enjoying the way he silently appreciated the fullness of your body as your legs entangled further and trapped you more. Neither of you would be able to move without the help of the other. You could feel Blade’s breath stirring soft curls of your hair as his fingers traced along the stretch marks etched into your stomach, the scarred and calloused pads of the digits tracing the little bolts of lightning with intimate familiarity that made heat lick at the base of your spine.
"Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?" Blade asked, his voice barely above a raspy whisper as it kissed the shell of your ear.
You hummed in thought as you considered his question. You turned words over in your head as you pondered, sifting through your head as you tried to think up a coherent response. There was nothing particularly wrong, other than you were feeling down and out lately. Little, tiny problems that built and built, festering into a big problem that all came crashing down on you and drained you of most of your willpower. You didn’t know how to describe it. And unfortunately for Blade, he would not be able to cut the unseen demons that lurked in the corners of your mind with the sharp edge of his blade.
You hummed in thought, your plump lips smacking together with a loud pop as you nuzzled your face into his neck.
"Cuddle me more and I’ll consider it."
It was only a half joke and the deadpan delivery of your witty reply matched your despondent mood. You weren’t particularly surprised when Blade’s arms coiled tighter around your plump waist, hands anchored to your skin and squeezing you in response. He didn’t have the right words. He never had the right words to comfort you. They didn’t come easy to him. It didn’t really matter much to you. You could feel his worry and concern oozing from him in pulsing waves as you were smothered beneath him, emotions swimming in the swirling depths of his crimson gaze when you chanced a peek up at him.
"Like this?" he asked.
It was strange that the hands he used to harm others, could hold you with such gentleness and reverence. Scarred hands capable of killing yet could hold you in a clumsy, soft awkwardness that comforted and soothed your raging thoughts. You hummed in affirmation as he squeezed you a little tighter, aching hands holding onto the softness of your body. A soft smile tilted your lips as you closed your eyes. You pressed your hands into his spine once more, slowly rubbing soothing circles into his back as you basked in the comforting silence of his presence. Blade had always been a safe harbour that you could return to and the thought left you feeling a little fuzzy on the inside as you still pondered on what to say. You didn’t worry so much now. Blade would wait for you to speak and he would always listen.