CRACK, BOOM!

Thunder rumbled from outside, the harsh patter of rain hitting the window of Urbain's room in Hotel Z. The sun had long set and currently you were nestled against him, lying in his warm embrace.

You had never enjoyed storms. They scared you. Lightning was like a blinding beam straight from the heavens, meant to burn its mark onto the earth. Thunder was too loud, the sound deafening to your poor ears. You desperately needed comfort during a storm as bad as this one, and that was exactly what Urbain was at the moment.

You had been laying in your bed, on the edge of sleep when the storm had begun. You tried to hold out on your own but it proved to be too much. So, you had creeped out of your room in the hotel and into Urbain's room, silently crawling into bed beside him. He didn't need you to say anything. He just held you close.

He gently shushed you, his fingers combing through your hair. His body was warm and soft against your own. There truly was nothing like the body heat from another person. "You're okay," he cooed, playing with a strand of your hair. "I've got you," He leaned down, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. He sighed softly, his other hand—the one not playing with your hair—moved down to rub at your waist.

He could feel each shiver that racked your body and with it he would hold you tighter, whisper another sweet nothing of praise. "You're doing so good, it'll be over soon." He leaned over, lifting up a blanket and rested it over the two of you.

"You're okay..." He repeated, his words like a calmly mantra.

You slowly pulled your face up from where it was buried against his shirt. Noticing this, he lifted his own up, looking down at you. His soft pink and blond hair framed his face, those deep blue eyes aglow with gentle concern. He moved his hand out of your hair, down to cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing small circles on your cheek. He offered a sweet smile, one that still made your heart flutter despite the anxiety swarming your mind. He hummed, pressing his lips against your hairline in a soft, chaste kiss. "I've got you."