**As the Chapter title implies -
Some sweet fluffy spicy kissy stuff in this chapter. ** They needed some TLC after the Truman Train of this first half of the book. Promise it picks up into the regular story if TMR right away!**

I had been in The Resistance building a month now. It took me two weeks to stop waking up in a full blown panic attack. Every morning Gally would wake up to me trying to keep my sobs quiet. I still had regular night terrors. It would start with a dream or a small memory, nothing significant- like sitting in a classroom- and then it would turn into one of my fears from the Landscape or of Janson. Usually it was Janson.

Gally made sure I was never alone for long, if he had Resistance stuff to do he made sure Sophie and Magnus were with me. I liked Zayn, but I wasn't as comfortable yet with me. He was quiet, which was great, he didn't force me to talk, and seemed just fine when I was quiet. But it was hard to get to know someone when they didn't talk.

Sophie and I became quite close quite fast. She insisted on once a week girls sleepover. Gally just rolled his eyes and slept in the guy's dorm. Sophie was the sunshine my dark soul needed. Gally was the gentle tender love my trauma needed and Magnus was the steady piller my confused memories needed.

All of them together really pulled me out of the dark pit. I still flinched at almost everything, I panicked constantly and had clipping anxiety. But. I did feel like I was getting better. The bruises were fading, and because I didn't have new ones inflicted on me I started to look like myself. But now the scars were visible.

The one on my neck from Janson's ropes, on my wrists and ankles were the worst. Janson only used a wipe on my back once. And those long thin lines would never go away.

I was changing into one of Gally's big shirts for bed when I felt arms wrap around my waist. Warm lips kissed my bare shoulder

"Hey." He whispered against my shoulder.

I twisted around and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed the top of my nose. His entense eyes stared into mine.

"I heard you laughing from down the hall. I missed hearing you laugh."

He smiled down at me. I pushed up on my toes and kissed him gently.

"I feel happy. I think. For now, anyways I feel happy."

"Good."

Gally just smiled down at me with such a gentle love it made my stomach turn with butterflies. It's always when I feel the most content and happy that my fears like to creep up. I guess it flashed in my eyes because Gally frowned and pulled away slightly to look at me fully.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I lowered my head, my hair falling in my face. Gally turned us around and he gently pulled me, his hands on my hips to the bed, he sat down at the edge pulling me to stand between his knees.

"Charlie, Sweetie, tell me." He said gently, looking up at me now.

"I'm...I'm damaged. Inside and out."

"And so am I. What's your point?" Gally answered.

"I'm...I don't know." I whispered. I took a shuddering breath. "I just hate my scares. I hate that they remind me of him. I hate how everyone can see them. I hate how people stare...they see you and frown at me."

"No." He shook his head, his eyes were glassy as he searched my face, "your scares tell your story. Your scares show how much of a fighter and badass you are. Your scars..."

His voice caught and he closed his eyes for a second, and then opened them. He gently took my hands in his. A few tears slid over my lower lashes and slid down my cheeks.

"Charlie...your scars are your story, and it's a reminder to me...it tells me each time I wasn't there for you. They tell me I will always be there from now on, to kiss them better and never let you go."

He lifted my hands and gently kissed my wrists. My stomach fluttered. He pressed his face into my hand. Closing his eyes he breathed in deep, like he was smelling my wrists. He kissed them again. And then slowly left kisses up my arms. Switching back and forth leaving a trail of kisses all the way up. My heart fluttered. He gently pulled me closer. He kissed my my side.

"I'm sorry I was the reason you broke your ribs." He muttered against my bare skin.

I shivered. His warm breath made my stomach explode with butterflies. He kissed down a few inches.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you escaped WICKED and had to fight the Grievers."

I could feel my eyes filling with more tears. My chest rose and feel quickly. He lowered his head and kissed the scare where the bullet ripped through my body. Sure Janson and WICKED speed up my recovery, but they did a sloppy job with the repair. I had a puckered ugly scare.

His voice broke and he looked up at me, a few tears of his own slid down his cheeks.

"Charlie...I'm so so sorry I pulled that trigger! It haunts my nightmares every night. When I wake up in a panic...it's because I pulled the trigger again."

"That wasn't you." I whispered, my own voice wavering. "I know it was WICKED. My Gally would never. Sure he was a bit harsh and cold sometimes...but never ever a killer. I never blamed you." I paused and collected my thoughts, wiped a few tears with the palms of my hands and continued. "So many times I was angry you didn't kill me. I wanted out. I lost the will to live...and I was angry you didn't kill me. I wanted to be with you and Bean; away from him... But I was never mad that you did what you did."

"...Charlie..."

His voice broke again. As did mine. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, burying his face into my bare stomach. I wrapped my arms around him. We held each other tight. Both thankful we didn't actually die and that the other was here right now.

His hands held me tight, his face pressed into my stomach, I could feel his tears and his warm breath in my skin. I shivered. The Resistance building was always cold. I was discharged from the Med Wing a week ago. Sarg had allowed Gally and I our own small room. It wasn't much, but it was ours. But it was still cold. I shivered, Gally's hands slid up my bare back. His hands were warm. Making me shiver again.

My hands slowly unwrapped from around him, but made their way to his hair. He had grown it out, and now it was longer and curly. I shivered yet again my his lips left gentle kisses across my stomach and up to my sternum.

"Gally..." I breathed.

"Charlie ..."

He kissed me again, making my head tip backwards and my eyes fluttered close with a soft moan. His hands slid down to my hips and pulled me down. So my knees we're opposite sides of his hips. His hands slid from my hips around to my butt, making me inhale sharply. I could feel his smirk. My hands were still buried in his hair so I closed my fists and pulled, roughly, making his head tip back.

He just smirked up at me. His intense eyes locked onto mine as his hands applied pressure, pushing me into his chest.

"I don't think this is fair." I tried to whisper, my my throat was dry and my voice came out breathy.

"I think it's very fair." He growled up at me.

His hands ran up and down the back of my legs. I was wearing a pair of shorts I planned to wear to bed, and his hands kept sliding higher, his finger tips were now under the hem of them, and then slid slowly back down to behind my knees and then every so slowly back up, and just a bit higher then before.

"Shuck...Gally..." I whimpered. I bit my bottom lip.

"Nah ah. None of that!" He let of if on of my legs and used his thumb to gently swipe my lip from my teeth.

"It's not fair!" I repeated

He just raised an eyebrow at me, a sly smirk appeared on his face as he ran his hands back up the back of my legs. I shivered and leaned down so I could whisper in his ear.

"How come you still have a t shirt on?"

"You're right. Not fair."

In a swift motion he pulled his shirt off. And I smirked.

"That's better."

I slowly slid down so I was sitting on his lap. He pulled my hips closer. I slowly trailed my fingers down his chest, and over the scar he had on his chest.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked quietly.

"No. But running sucks."

I hummed. In a swift motion he wrapped his arm around me and he flipped us, so I was laying on my back on the bed. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but it turned in a small giggle. Gally lay down right next to me on his side and propped his head on his hand. His other trailed over my stomach. Over my scar.

"Yours?" He was looking at it and then back up at me.

"No. The scare doesn't hurt. But still working on trying to regulate my periods. I haven't had a proper one in a few months."

"What do you mean?" He asked, his hand slid around me and pulled me even closer, so I was squished right into him. I moved my head so I could look at him properly.

"Well...being umm...that stressed for so long, the physical toll my body took...it stopped my regular cyles. That happens sometimes in high trauma situations...my body went into survival mode. And uhh Doctor Hans thinks umm...the bullet may have damaged my reporductive organs. Maybe."

I paused, trying to recollect my thoughts, I was playing with leather cord he had around his neck. He was quiet waiting patiently for me to continue.

"WICKED kept me from dying, sure. But I don't know exactly what they did it how. And Hans doesn't have a proper ultra sound machine to actually see. So...I have no idea. But he gave me some pills to try and regulate everything again."

He hummed, and I saw the sadness in his eyes, and the guilt when he blinked.

"Gally... remember what I said about how it wasn't you? You didn't do this. They did."

"But.. what if ..what if you wanted kids? I...I took that from you!" His voice was thick with emotion.

"No, YOU didn't. THEY did."

He took a shuddering breath, closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them.

"Are those pills working?"

I shrugged. "We'll see I guess. I only started three weeks ago. They are actually the same ones I had in the Glad."

He raised his eyebrows at that last comment.

"Are they now?" His sly smirk was back.

I hummed and nodded.

"And you've been taking them?" He asked as he lowered his face towards mine.

"Yes. Everyday at the same time!" I whispered against his lips.

He growled and rolled over, pulling me with him. I was now laying on top of him. His hand was buried in my hair, pulling my head down and kissed me. He slid his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me like it was our last. I could feel his heart beating wildly. His other hand firmly on my ass. I had one hand buried in his hair the other holding his face. I had to pull away to breath. But as soon as I pulled away I wanted his lips back.

He flipped us again, so he was on top. I tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his head, like he was looking away. I just went for his neck. Slowly kissing up and down his neck. He wiggled and shift, so he was leaning over. I turned my head to see what he was doing.

"What ..?" I asked, my chest rising rapidly.

"Can't be too carful." He had grabbed something out of the dresser drawer and came back to kiss me.

"Hmmm" I hummed against his lips, "we have learned from our mistakes have we?"

He chuckled and kissed me again.

"It's called-"

He kissed my lips.

"-character-"

He kissed my neck just under my ear.

"-development!"

He came back to kiss my lips. "Smart man." I murmured against his lips.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His warm hand slid up my bare leg. Thank shuck you shaved this morning!

My mind filled with a fuzzy fog, and I felt a burning hot tingling in the pit of my stomach. It quickly spread to every part of my body. My limbs felt tingly, my heart was beating wildly, I couldn't think only feel.

"Gally..." I moaned, before he kissed me roughly, keeping us both quiet.

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I woke slowly. I was warm and cozy. I felt sunlight on my face. I hummed in contentment.

"Morning Sweetie" a deep morning voice growled in my ear, sending goosebumps all over my body. And my heart speed up.

I turned towards him, throwing a leg over Gally's hip. His arm snacked around my back and pulled me into his chest. I laied my head on his bicep and my face pressed into his neck.

"First time you slept all night."

I smiled and hummed.

"You taking credit?"

"Maybe I am!" He teased.

"I guess we both know what that means."

"We do?" He asked, though I could hear the sly smirk.

"Guess we repeat last night see if it works."

"Scientific. Cause and effect trial and error. I like it."

I snorted. "I'm sure you do."

He rolled onto his back laughing.

"I didn't hear you complaining." He turned his head and grinned at me, "quite the opposite actually."

I felt my face heat up slightly.

"I hate you." I tried to hide the smile creeping up into my face, and smacked his chest.

"Oww! Hey!"

I sat up and slid to the end of the bed and got dressed. Gally lay in the bed an arm under his head lazily watching me.

I turned back towards him and knelt on the bed, kissing him good bye.

"Soph and I are gonna go for a run. I'll see you later."

"Be safe."

I hummed and got up as I straightened up Gally slapped my ass.

"Still a cute ass!"

I rolled my eyes, and tried to hide the smile.