Kiss Of Fire

Betty's POV 

He sits down on our bed, me on his lap and pulls off my sneakers.

"Betts, I'll take off your coat, is that okay?" he asks, knowing, that I usually don't want to let go of him, when something like this happens. And it has happened a lot this past few weeks.

I nod weakly. He kisses my hair and holds me a little away from him, while he takes it off. He then throws it on the floor and I pull myself close to him again.

He pushes his sneakers off as I understand, then puts his arm under my butt and lifts me into the bed with him.

I let go of him and he pulls me aainst him. Hide my face into his neck, still sobbing and he keeps fondling my hair.

"It's okay," he says and kisses my hair, "Try to breathe with me, okay?" he asks.

I nod a little and start breathing with his rythm, what is slow. He keeps rubbing his hand up and down on my back slowly.

But none of this is helping. I just start sobbing more. He pulls away a little and looks at my face worriedly.

Then he spoons it, "Baby, please. Try to calm down," he says.

I nod, "I can't," I sob.

He sighs and seems like he's thinking about it. Then he stands up from the bed and walks to my side. I look at him while sobbing.

He helps me to sit up, but I don't know, what he's planning on doing. He puts his hands under my armpits and pulls me to a standing position.

He then places his hands on my thighs and scoops me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. My head falls on his shoulder and I try not to sob, but I can't stop for some reason.

His one arm is around my thighs and he places his another hand on my hair and starts slowly fondling it.

He looks at me worriedly and kisses my forehead. While holding his lips on my skin, he starts swaying at me, like you would with a little kid, who's crying.

I smirk a little, before another sob takes place and I hide my face into his neck and keep crying.

With about 5 minutes of us just being in silence and swaying left and right, I'm calmed down.

"I feel like a 3 year old," I say into his neck, my arms around his neck and shoulders risen up a little.

He chuckles softly and kisses my hair, what he is still fondling, "Great. At least you calmed down," he says and sits on the bed with me and then lies down and so do I.

I climb back against and rest my head on his biceps. He kisses my forehead.

"What was that all about? You've always calmed down," he says.

I sigh, "It's getting worse for some reason," I say.

He looks at me worriedly, "You should get another pills. Like real ones. For every day," he says.

I shake my head, "They won't let me feel anything," I say.

He sighs, "Well, we have to do SOMETHING," he says.

I sigh now too, "Let's just wait for the results at first," I say.

He nods a little, "And you're sure you don't want to tell them?" he asks.

I nod, "Not before I get to know what's wrong with me," I say.

"Okay," he says and smiles sadly. I smile back the same way and kiss his lips.