A/N: This will be a collection of Willicia snippets that are too short to post on their own. If you have any suggestions, let me know! x


"Come 'ere."

Will gathers her in his arms, sweaty and breathing hard. Limbs tangle together and he's so warm. His hot breath tickles her ear and she laughs, half delirious.

"You're too hot." Alicia wriggles around until she finds a comfortable position. Throws a leg over his waist, sticky stomachs pressed together, her head tucked under his chin so she can hear his heartbeat.

She's always liked doing that, just listening to him. Allowing herself to be still with him. She traces the puckered mar on his shoulder thoughtfully. "I wore you out, didn't I?"

"You did. But it was worth it." He strokes her back slowly, drops a kiss on her head, picking up on her reminiscent mood. They used to talk about the past a lot, about bad timings and missed chances, but he's here now. No more of that.

"I almost pushed you too far."

"Almost. But you didn't," Will reminds her quietly. They're not talking about sex anymore. "You were there that day, and you saved me."

His hand squeezes her left arm softly, his thumb caressing the scar she wears instead of him. The bullet that was supposed to take everything away from them.

"And I thank God every day for that." Her voice breaks in two, like a hard piece of sugar. "I might not believe in him, but there was a higher power at play that day." She gently kisses his scar, warm lips sucking on the mar that brought them together instead of tearing them apart.

Life is funny like that. She took a left instead of a right that day, partly on a whim, mostly because she had a moment of clarity. And it ended up saving them both.

Will hums. "We finally got our good timing. Think it made up for all the times that it tore us apart, don't you think?"

His hold on her tightens and she gazes up at him. He's smiling at her fondly, in that quiet way only he can and she feels her throat tighten. It had been so close. But he's here and he's breathing and he chose to trust her again. She gently cradles his jaw in her hands and looks at him quietly. His nose nudges hers and she smiles a watery smile, forever grateful that she chose to listen to her heart before it was too late.

.

She wakes up with a gasp, startled and disoriented. Panic in every pore, grief skin deep and she chokes. A whimper tumbles past her lips, then another, until she's heaving with loss.

Loss for something she never had to begin with.

It had been so real. His heartbeat close to her ear, his warmth had seeped into her and she had finally stopped shivering.

Alicia barely notices the tears streaming down her face, thick and blurring, only feels a rush of all-consuming pain taking over every fibre of her being again.

Waking up from a dream of being with him feels like having him ripped away from her all over again. The pain is fresh, even if he's been dead for months. She gasps for air, desperately trying to cling onto sanity, or insanity, as she tries to remember his warm touch on her skin. To remind her that she's not alone.

But she took a right instead of a left that day.

And it cost her everything.

Dreams are fleeting. The memory of them being together slips through her fingers like sand and it leaves her shivering and cold and alone.