Can be a continuation to Un Petit Oops
He looked so comfortable, curled up on the bed, his face peaceful. She longed to curl up beside him, wrap an arm around him and revel in his embrace when he reciprocated, as they fell asleep together. So it broke her heart to see him sleeping on his side, instead of on his back as he usually did, because of her. Because of her mistakes, because of her disregard for his health and feelings.
Silently, she lifted the covers covering his form, spooning up behind him, her hand draping over his chest, careful to avoid his recovering … injury.
"Fleur", He whispered, tensing up as she snuggled close, "What are you-"
"I’m sorry for waking you, Mon Cheri", She murmured into his ear, "I… just wanted to cuddle a bit."
He slipped from her arms, and she bit back a cry of anguish as he slowly, painfully, moved away from her.
"S..Sorry Fleur", His eyes refused to meet hers, "I’m… not quite ready for that yet."
"Why?", She croaked, tears pooling in her cerulean eyes.
His gaze dropped, a pained, vulnerable expression on his face, "Fleur…. I trusted you. I trusted you to care for me, to listen, to not take advantage of me. And you… you broke that trust. You hurt me, after saying you wouldn't. And.. I know its childish, I know its stupid, but -"
"It's not!", She interjected, prompting him to stare at her, eyes wide, "Its not stupid. It's not childish. It's not weak or pathetic or anything else." His silence prompted her to continue.
"It's human, ‘Arry. People hurt when others break their trust. And… I know I messed up. I let my passion, my own needs take over your wishes, your health, and that was wrong", Tears slipped from her eyes, tracing wet tracts down her cheeks, "I was stupid, I was selfish, and I’m so fucking sorry. I -"
Her eyes widened as he cut her off, shifting to sit beside her, he drew her head onto his chest, arms wrapping around her as she clutched at him, tears flowing freely from her eyes as she shook, muttering apologies over and over.
Hours later, as they lay in bed, her head on his chest as she traced shapes on his arm, Fleur spoke up, her voice soft, unsure, ""Arry?"
"Hm?"
"Will… will we ever have what we had before this? Will we ever go back to that?"
"No."
The curt answer stung, yet it was exactly what she’d expected. Biting her lip, she nodded.
"It’ll never be the same", he continued, one arm coming up to stroke her hair out of habit, "But… that doesnt mean we cant have something stronger."
Her eyes flitted up to his as he spoke, "We’ve hurt, we’ve been hurt, and we’ve changed. But I’d like to think we’ve changed for the better."
Closing her eyes, she sighed, snuggling into his chest, "I’d like to think that too ‘Arry."