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The unravelled heart ((Closed RP, A/River))

River's feet had started walking before her cognition caught up with her brain catching up with her feet. But her head was right where her feet were going: wherever A was. There was a bad, black feeling where a happy, gentle feeling should be. This was abnormal, as well as scary and painful. She went as fast as her feet could take her - which was, in fact, very fast - right to A's door.

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"She is thanking you too," A said with a soft laugh, resting his head on River's shoulder and scritching Schrodinger between the ears. Einstein wound around their ankles adding his more reserved but no less affectionate purrs to the gathering. "I love you," he told her quietly.

"I love you back," she said back, touched by the sincerity in his voice, the way he was so vulnerable and trusted her enough to say something like that. Love was such a Big word, so strong and so much. "I love you very much, A."

"I know that you can make me feel better when I feel bad. And better when I feel good. I want to always make you feel better because you are near me." He pressed his face to her neck and breathed in her scent, earning him a startled meep from Schrodinger, who found her sitting space disturbed. "I want us to be good for each other."

River smiled, feeling very unexpected tears in her eyes, but didn't pull away in the slightest, instead leaning in, burying her face in his hair, happy and content to be so close. "We'll balance, like your scales. An equal measure of love."

"Balanced," A agreed firmly. "Like a good recipe," he added with a laugh. "You make things taste bright. You make things bright. Wonderful, beautiful River."

She giggled, tightening her hug (which was the last straw for Schrodinger, who left her lap to curl up behind them on the bed) and kissing A's cheek. "A makes the world less loud, A is peace."

"I am finding peace. I have more peace here." That was a vast understatement. "Peace is sun in the garden, peace is naps with River and cold lemonade. Peace is purring cats and your smile." And because her neck was so close, he kissed it lightly.

The kiss tickled, but felt so nice and she wouldn't even dream of pulling away, just happy that A had come back from that dark, sad place and that she was the one to guide him.

"It feels so good to be close to you," he murmured contentedly. "You smell nice, and you feel good in my arms. And just your nearness makes me warm inside."

"I smell nice?" she laughed, snuggling into his arms. "You smell like growing and life, and I love being near you. It's like being where I'm supposed to be."

He kissed her neck again, just because it had been so nice before. It was lovely, the way it curved.

"It is where you're supposed to be. When we're together we fit, and everything is better. Good things are better when my River is near."

River smiled, and petted his hair again, very pleased with the-neck kissing, 100% agreeable to anything he said. "As long as you're happy, as long as we're happy together, all is well."

"We'll keep each other happy." He hugged her tightly, still feeling emotionally drained. "I am glad you came."

"Of course I would," she murmured, kissing his cheek. "I'll try to never leave you when you are sad or hurt."

"We should take care of each other," he said firmly. "Neither of us should be alone when we are sad or hurt. I, I, you know I will always stop what I am doing to be there for you."

"Always, there for each other. And, for now," she smiled, and cupped A's cheek in her hand. "A is tired, and River is here for him to hold while his mind and heart rest."

"Will you nap with me?" A was not so naive as to not realize that there were other things people did in beds, but he still didn't entirely see that as applying to him, despite fairly frequent dreams. "The cats will join us, and purr us lullabyes."

"I would love to nap with you." Of course, her naivete was on the same level of A's, though the thought of sleeping together rather than alone was becoming a frequent preference.

He squeezed her hand as he stretched out on the bed and held his arms outspread. "Schrodinger is waiting to purr in your ear," he laughed. "And I am ready to hold you close."

River crawled into his arms, and then kissed him before nestling into his arms. "Sweet dreams, dearest A," she said, lifting her hand to pet Schroedinger before settling.

"My dreams will always be sweet with you near," he promised, wrapping his arms firmly around her. It was easy to comortably doze with an armful of River.

River fell asleep not long after A, and stayed asleep long enough to catch snatches of A's dreams, even. A's very interesting, very specific dreams. And after a while, she started to wake up, prodded by the dreams and a very peculiar sensation. Once she was awake, she took a moment to untangle herself from A's arms (taking special care not to wake either him or the cats) and looked around for the source of the new feeling.

It didn't take long to find, and when she did, she had to smother a loud giggle.

Well, scientifically speaking, it was a very normal thing to happen, and A was indeed very much a boy. But still, this was very new for her indeed, and her natural curiosity dictated that just a little peek wouldn't be so bad, would it?

She leaned over and tugged at the waistband of his pants, taking just a tiny peek. She had to kill another giggle, and eased the pants back where they were supposed to be, blushing vividly and silently laughing to herself. A part of A she'd never seen before... And it's mine, all mine! she thought, the tagline of a joke she wasn't supposed to hear, but was certainly quite relevant now.

Thankfully, A was very deeply asleep, and didn't wake during her investigations, although Einstein raised his head just long enough to shoot her a baleful glance. Soon enough, though, A's sleeping mind noticed that his arms were empty, and he reached for her with a fretful little whine. Awake or not, he'd like his River cuddled up to him now, please.

River grinned and snuggled back into his arms again, kissing his cheek. She'd wake him up if things got too uncomfortable, but for now, she was quite content to be cuddled by her beau.

Pleased to have her nestled close again, A held River tightly. He smiled as he drifted back into his very pleasant dream... River pressed close to him... their legs entangling... pressing and rocking against her...

To his sleeping mind, physical contact was a far less abstract matter.

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