Prompt# 223 - Beowulf - This is Us - Tekia - Original

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Title: This is Us
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Beowulf
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: I don’t know what I’m writing anymore.

She really was moving in.
I bit my lip as I watched her kneel on the floor next to a box and the bookcase I had emptied earlier just for her. She glanced over at me over her shoulder and smiled at my wide-eyed look.
She was beautiful and I still couldn’t believe that she wanted me. I tasted blood on my tongue where my teeth were tearing into flesh. She frowned and came to sit next to me on the bed, a book still in her hands. Our shoulders touched and she pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“Quit that,” she murmured, her lips just touching my skin, her breath fanning over me. “You’re being silly.”
I turned to look at her and got caught in the dark green of her eyes. I removed my teeth from my lip and rubbed them together as I fought with myself. I didn’t deserve this. She was so perfect and I was… well, wasn’t.
She was smiling at me and her hand found mine. “Why do you want this?” I forced out, feeling my eyes water. I hated this feeling, feeling like I was nothing compared to her, but I knew it was true. She was young and vibrant and full of life and had so much going for her. I had already been set in my ways and had felt that life was passing me by, but I was okay with that. “Why do you want me?”
She grinned and reached up to cup my face in the palm of her hand. “I love you. Does there have to be more of a reason to want you?”
Before I knew it, I was nodding and the smile slipped from her face. I watched her eyes roam over my face a moment before she leaned in to capture my lips with a kiss. As always, I melted into her touch, shivering with desire for her. I was weak when it came to her desires and I was so naïve when it came to these things. I was putty in her hands and I was so afraid.
She broke the kiss and pulled away just far enough so our eyes could meet. “What makes you so afraid of me?”
I shook my head. Even I didn’t know that. She shifted on the bed, the book in her lap slipping to the side and I reached for it before it could fall. I clutched it to my chest, noting the title and wondering at her lust of knowledge. I didn’t even have that in common with her. “I don’t want to hurt you. I know I’m a terrible person. I’m a poor friend, and I’ve never done this before.”
“Being with someone scares you,” she said before wrapping an arm around me in a half hug. “It’s not terrible. Give us a try, love, you might like it.”
“I’m going to hurt you,” I mumbled.
I felt her smile return against my hair as she snuggled closer. “Trust me, it’ll be okay. We’ll work.”
“What if we don’t? I’m so scared.”
She pulled away again so she could see my eyes, see the fear there. I flushed and my stomach knotted and I hated this so much. She stood, then knelt before me, taking my hands in hers, still around the thick book. “Then I’ll be strong for us. You know I am.”
I laughed through the feeling of terror. “That doesn’t help.”
“It will.” She brought my hands to her lips, and kissed the knuckles. “You can lean on me, and I’ll love you and give you time and all you need to find that this is right. This is us.”
“I’m going to be the worst partner ever.”
She grinned. “You’re perfect.”
It was strange, feeling flushed and drained all at once. I stared at her like she had lost her mind. I wasn’t. “You are. I’m just weak and scared.”
“I told you, I love you, and you’re not weak. I’ve seen your strength. You just haven’t found it yet, and until you do, I’ll be the strong one. I’ll be as strong as Beowulf for you.” She nodded at the book in our clasped hands.
I couldn’t look up from the book. “You’ll need Herculean strength,” I said softly. She chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose.
“This is us,” she said again as she stood and walked back to the bookcase. “We’ll work.”