{Cookie} Belonging
bos·om
n.
1.
a. The chest of a human...
When she thought of comfort, she would always think of her human.
Ensconced in his bosom, the world would be right. He would stroke her hair gently while she twirled the strands she could reach around a finger. When he opened his arms, she stepped into them. When they made cupcakes together, he'd catch her deftly around the waist, propping her on the flour-covered counter, ignoring her chortled protests while she leaned into him. When he grumbled over some issue at work, she insinuated herself against his chest and made the promise in her eyes his focus instead. When they danced, he loved the slow songs best -- he would look into her eyes with a question, and she would murmur a certainty.
And for one moment, it would make the dreams of blood death desire rage fade into the distance.
"Hold me?"
"You, always just you."
But her arms were bereft now, the satin of her dress sticky as she knelt beside what once had been her beloved. As she laid her face to his chest once more, her hand trembled when she splayed it over his shoulder and prayed for one last dream.
And she waited, waited for him to gather her to his bosom.
A/N: For @2DTeleidoscope's prompt, 'her bosom would make you dream'. I cheated by splitting the phrase up though, ahaha. XD