In a Heartbeat 3/3
This was inspired by this prompt on @doctorroseprompts (and thank you to @whoinwhoville for making the suggestion to make it a soulmates AU!)
And here’s the promised fluffy end! I hope you enjoyed this little story!
Ten x Rose, Soulmates AU, Teen
On their eighteenth birthday, everyone is given a ring that, when they are in close enough proximity, will beat in time with their soulmate’s heart.
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Rose spent almost two weeks in the hospital. She’d undergone another surgery a week after her first one, this time to repair her left leg, which had been the most damaged in the accident.
James visited her every day, sneaking her chips and tea, talking with her, and laughing with her.
When she was released from the hospital, she was transferred to a sister facility that would provide round-the-clock care for her. James told her time and time again that she could move in with him, and that he would take personal leave from work, but Rose refused.
“I won’t have you putting your life on hold for me,” she argued when he brought it up for the millionth time. “Besides, I know you’re my soulmate and everything, but it’s just a little awkward for me to be seen so helpless already. And it’s not fair of you to be waiting on me, hand and foot. I need help with everything, James. Everything… using the loo… showering…”
He eventually conceded, and he also reluctantly returned to work on Rose’s order. He shifted his hours, though, and he got into the school bright and early so that he could leave to visit Rose when his last class ended at three.
With nothing to do but talk, watch movies, and play the occasional board game, they got to know each other very quickly. Rose told him about her studies and her ambitions in life, while he told her about his job at the university and his cat.
“This is Schrödinger,” James said, tugging his phone out of his pocket to show her the multitude of photos he’d taken of the cat. “I adopted him a few years ago.”
“Schrödinger?” Rose asked with a giggle, looking at the mostly-black feline James was so in love with.
“Of course! You can’t tell me you never heard of Schrödinger’s cat?” he asked, feigning affront.
It was during one of their board game dates that they shared their first kiss. They’d been playing Monopoly, and Rose was losing miserably, but she was still in excellent spirits, and got so excited whenever she had a profitable turn.
“Ha! You owe me sixty quid!” she crowed when he landed on one of her only properties.
She had her hand extended for the cash, but James got distracted by her victorious grin and the way her eyes sparkled and how utterly happy she looked.
Slowly, her smile slipped. “James?”
“Er, right, yeah…” He quickly counted out the money to give to her.
“Are you all right?” she asked softly, taking the money with her casted hand so she could snag his hand in her good one. She rubbed her thumb across his knuckles, and warmth seemed to spread from his fingers, up his arm, and into his chest.
“Yeah, yep! I’m all right. I’m okie doke, perfect, wonderful, molto bene, fantast…”
“Okay, what’s wrong?” Rose asked with a frown.
“Nothing!” he said, and he was aware that his voice cracked and squeaked in a way it hadn’t done in over ten years. “It’s just… Can I kiss you?”
Rose’s hand went limp in his, and panic began to set in. Maybe she didn’t want anything like that with him? Just because they were soulmates, that didn’t mean they had to indulge in a romantic relationship. There were plenty of cases of platonic soulmates. And that was fine. He was fine. Rose had quickly become his best friend, and simply being with her was the best thing in the world and she…
“You want to?” she asked, her voice quiet and unsure.
“Yeah,” he said. “Only if you want to, that is. Don’t feel pressured or anything. I just thought it might be nice, you know. Been thinking about it all day, honestly. You’re so beautiful when you smile and it makes me so happy to see you happy and I just thought that maybe it would be nice…”
Tears were glittering in Rose’s eyes, but a huge grin was splitting her face, and James’s heart stuttered in his chest.
“Yeah,” she said, swiping at her eyes. “I’d like that too.”
James blinked at her for a moment, before he mirrored her grin and scooted his chair next to her wheelchair. He slowly lifted his hand to cup her cheek before he carefully slid his hand back to the nape of her neck.
His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned towards her and she tilted her head back, and their lips brushed together softly. Warmth tingled where their lips met, and he sighed out a breath through his nose at the utter perfection of their first kiss. He released her lips and angled his head slightly to the side before capturing her lips again, and then again. Their lips parted and met gently, chastely, but so wonderfully.
James ached to deepen the kiss, and pull Rose closer to him, but he was aware of the physical limitations she was under, and so he slowly eased them out of the kiss. Rose’s little whimper nearly cracked his resolve, but he took a deep breath and rested his forehead against hers.
“Was that good?” he asked, desperately hoping she loved that as much as he did.
“That was perfect,” Rose murmured, and her fingers were still playing with the hair on the back of his head.
James smiled in satisfaction and pecked another kiss to her lips before he settled back into his seat and returned his attention back to their game. But he kept his chair close to her, and he reached over and took her hand. Their fingers remained twined together as the game progressed and Rose made an unbelievable comeback to win.
Kissing soon became a regular occurrence for them, and their relationship continued to move forward as they grew closer with every passing day.
But in addition to sharing the highlights of their lives, they also eventually worked through some of the darker memories. Rose told him about her first boyfriend, whom she dated for only a month, but it had been enough time for him to crush her confidence and self-esteem. James told her about his family, and how scared he’d been when he thought he’d been about to lose her, too.
“You’re not gonna lose me,” she said fiercely, drawing him into as tight of a hug as she was capable of giving. “I promise.”
And while James knew that was a silly thing to promise, he was vulnerable enough to want to believe it, so he clung to it with all he had.
They were there to support and comfort each other as they healed from the wounds left by the accident. When Rose’s casts came off, they thought they were through the worst of it, but they soon realized they still had a long way to go.
Rose started a rigorous regimen of physical therapy to strengthen all of the muscles that had atrophied over the last two months, and James was there to make her smile even when she was frustrated at herself and her body for being so weak.
“Love, you broke both legs and an arm,” he said gently as he wheeled her to her room in the assisted living facility.
“I hate this,” she mumbled, swiping at her eyes. “I haven’t been able to do anything by myself in months, and I hate it!”
James helped her to the couch, where he wrapped her in a cuddle as she had a cry.
The weeks passed, and Rose was getting stronger every day, and James marveled at her strength and determination. The day she took her first unassisted steps were emotional, and they both broke down into tears as James swept her into his arms and spun her around in a congratulatory hug.
When it looked like Rose would soon be released from the convalescent facility, James brought up a suggestion.
“I have a spare bedroom in my flat,” he said as he and Rose made the short walk back to her room. She was leaning heavily on a walker, and James was pushing her wheelchair, just in case. “And I was thinking… Maybe you’d like to come live with me? It’s just… I know your mum’s flat has a bunch of stairs. It’s ungodly, honestly. My thighs are burning just thinking about all those steps.”
Rose giggled, and James grinned in response.
“Anyway, there are no stairs in my flat,” he continued. “All one floor. We would have to share the loo, unfortunately, but I promise I’m not a gross, messy flatmate. I clean quite regularly. And it’s the summer holidays, so I’d be around a lot. I know you don’t need help, but there might be a time where you’d want help. Or if you fall and can’t get up…”
“You make me sound like one of those old ladies on those TV commercials,” Rose laughed.
“Well, you know what I mean,” James said, pushing open the door to Rose’s room. “Just… think about it?”
“Okay,” Rose said.
“Right, just let me know,” he said.
“No, I meant okay as in I’ll move in with you,” Rose said.
James blinked, waiting for his brain to process what she’d said, but then a slow grin split his face.
“Oh, brilliant!” he said gleefully. “I can’t wait!”
Rose was still in the assisted living facility for another few weeks, but finally, when she no longer needed help performing basic life tasks, she was released.
James and Jackie were there to greet her, and surprise her with boxes of her things to take to James’s flat. Jackie hadn’t been exactly thrilled about Rose’s decision to move in with James, but Rose was so pleased that her mum seemed to be more accepting of it.
James really loved having Rose live with him. He was delighted when she and his cat hit it off immediately, and it was sometimes a chore to get Schrödinger to cuddle with him instead of Rose.
And it was so nice to have someone there to talk to, and share meals with. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been craving the intimacy of living with another human.
Though their relationship still hadn’t evolved beyond cuddling on the couch together and stealing chaste kisses, James was hoping to make another step forward, namely going out on a proper date.
“Want to go out to lunch?” James asked as he came home with that week’s groceries.
“Can we get chips?” Rose asked, her eyes brightening.
“Your body weight has got to be at least ninety-percent potato,” James said dryly.
“Oi, don’t you know you should never comment on a girl’s weight?” Rose asked, sticking her tongue out at him.
James stuck his tongue out at her in return, and after he put the groceries away, he returned with his keys.
“All righty, let’s get those chips,” James said.
But when he unlocked his car, Rose rested her hand on his forearm and asked, “It’s only a few blocks away… Can we walk?”
James balked. Yes, Rose had come a long way these last five months, but she still walked with a limp and she tired easily.
“Please?” she asked, pouting up at him, and oh, that wasn’t fair. “It’s just… it’s such a lovely day, and it’s been so long since I’ve been able to go on a walk outside.”
“We went outside every day at the facility,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, but that was different,” she argued. “I don’t know how to explain it… But it didn’t feel the same. Because I was forced to be there against my will, I guess. I mean, I know I was there to recover, but the fact that I couldn’t go home…”
“I understand,” James said, and he hesitated for a minute before he relocked his car. “Okay, we can walk. But Rose, please tell me if you start to get tired, or sore, and I’ll run back with the car.”
“I’ll be fine,” Rose soothed. She slid her hand down his forearm until she could twine their fingers together, and she led him towards the chippy.
James had to admit it did feel wonderful to be walking with Rose hand in hand down the street. The late August sun was warm, and there was a refreshing breeze that kept them from getting too hot as they made their way to the chippy.
When they got to the restaurant, James ushered Rose to one of the tables outside before he went inside to get their food.
“So, is this our first date?” Rose asked when he sat down on the bench beside her with their tray of food.
“What about all those days I snuck in chips for you at the facility?” James asked with an over dramatic pout. “Don’t those count? Or all the times we played board games? Or took walks out in the garden?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Rose said. “Okay, first date when I’m actually capable of going out somewhere?”
“Absolutely,” James said, snagging a chip from her plate. “Though now I feel a little inadequate… Shouldn’t first dates be this grand, romantic dinner?”
“Not necessarily,” Rose argued. “Sure, that’s nice, but I don’t need that, James. It’s the person that makes the perfect date, and that’s you. I just want to be with you, no matter where we go.”
Warmth fizzled outward from his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, I agree. I love spending time with you, Rose.”
“I love spending time with you, too, James,” she said with a smile.
“Though I would like to take you out to a nice restaurant someday,” he said. “I want to take you everywhere.”
“Everywhere?” she teased, but he could see the fondness in her eyes. “That might take a while.”
“Well, good thing we’ve got the rest of our lives, eh?” he asked, setting his hand on the table, palm up.
Rose slid her hand into his and gave it a squeeze. “Yeah.”
When they were done eating, Rose again tested his resolve by asking to take a walk to a nearby park.
“Please?” she asked, and James was certain she knew exactly what that pout did to him. “There are loads of benches and places to rest if I need them.”
With a sigh, James gave in and stood up from the table with Rose, and they took off towards the park. He kept Rose’s hand tucked in his as he kept pace with her.
They’d been walking for maybe twenty minutes when Rose steered them towards a bench.
“Can we sit for a bit?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said, sitting beside her so that their thighs touched.
James absently played with her fingers as he waited for Rose to catch her breath and give her legs a break.
But unfortunately, they’d only been resting for a few minutes when clouds darkened the sky, and then the first raindrop fell.
“Er, I don’t mean to rush you,” he said as a drop of rain hit his upturned face, “but we might want to get going, or else we’re going to get drenched.”
Rose grimaced and nodded, and hefted herself to her feet. They’d barely taken a step when the skies opened and the sparse drizzle turned into a steady, soaking rain.
James’s instinct was to sprint forward towards shelter, but the pressure of Rose’s hand in his and her limping gait beside him kept him strolling slowly alongside her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze and dropping it. “You can run on ahead. I’ll meet you back at the flat.”
“Don’t be daft,” James scoffed. “I’m not leaving you.”
“No point in you getting soaked because I can’t walk faster than an eighty-year-old woman,” she said bitterly.
“Hey, Rose, it’s all right,” he said gently, taking her hand again. “It’s just a bit of rain. I’m not gonna melt.”
Rose cracked a wry grin, and continued to walk through the rain as fast as she could.
“I could always carry you,” he said when he saw her face was pinched in a permanent wince the longer they hobbled along. When Rose looked up at him dubiously, he defended, “I’m stronger than I look. C’mon. Climb on.”
Rose bit her lip in a moment’s hesitation, before she clambered onto his back. James shivered when her warmth surrounded him, and her thighs wrapped around his hips and her arms wound around his neck.
“See!” he said, bouncing a little to make her laugh. “You’ve got yourself a strong, sturdy soulmate.”
Rose giggled again, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“My knight in shining armor,” she whispered. “Go on, Sir James.”
James speed-walked the rest of the way to their flat, but they were still thoroughly wet when he finally unlocked the front door.
Rose hopped down from his back, and their shoes squeaked on the floor as rain dripped from their hair and clothes. As they caught sight of each other, and how horrid they looked, they couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles.
“What a way to end the first date,” James snorted.
“Oh, I dunno,” Rose said. “That was still pretty fun. Getting carried piggyback-style through the pouring rain… can’t say I’ve ever done that before. Besides, I can think of at least one way to make this date end on a high note.”
James caught on to the sultry note in her voice, and his stomach flip-flopped.
“Oh yeah?” he rasped.
“Mhm.”
Rose stepped up to him until their fronts were pressed together, and she slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders and link her fingers behind his neck. Her tongue swept across her bottom lip, making it shine so invitingly.
They both moved at once: she rocked up onto her tiptoes as he leaned down, and their lips met in a soft kiss. He sighed against her mouth, and he wrapped his arms around her waist to hug her closer. Her body pressed closer, fitting perfectly along the length of his, and not for the first time, James marveled at how much he loved Rose.
His ring pulsed comfortingly against his finger, the beat speeding as it always did the longer they kissed. He was sure her ring’s pulse had increased in time with his racing heart.
Their lips parted and met leisurely and with the confidence borne of having stolen kisses over and over again for the last few months.
“James,” Rose murmured against his mouth.
He grunted in reply, but continued to peck kisses to the corner of her mouth. Rose breathed out a laugh, but tilted her head back in invitation.
“James, I want to tell you something,” she sighed, scraping her nails through his hair.
He grunted again, and was dimly aware that his soul-ring was pulsing faster than ever.
“James… I love you.”
His heart seemed to stop for a moment before it began to try to beat its way out of his chest. He took his lips away from her jaw and pulled back to look at her.
She was worrying her bottom lip between her teeth and a pink blush stained her cheeks.
“I just wanted you to know,” she said quietly. “I love you. More than anything. And I’m so glad that you’re my soulmate, and I’m so thankful you’ve been there to support me since the accident.”
James felt light-headed, but like he was bursting apart with happiness. No, not happiness. That wasn’t a strong enough word for what he felt. He was… It was like all of his bones had been replaced with warm towels, heating him from the inside out and making his limbs feel all wobbly. It was like all of his hopes and dreams had come true all at once. It was like he was the luckiest, most important man in the world.
“Rose,” he rasped, feeling so honored that this woman was his, and that she loved him.
“You-you don’t have to say anything,” she said, but James shook his head. He’d had those words inside of him for months, but they’d scared him. Everything he’d ever loved, he’d lost. He hadn’t wanted to jinx it, silly as it was. But now, standing in their flat, in Rose’s arms, with her taste on his lips and her scent in his nose, he desperately wanted to give those words to Rose. Like she’d given them to him.
“Oh, Rose,” he whispered, cradling her cheeks in his palms. “My Rose. I love you, too. So much.”
Her face relaxed into a soft, shy smile that made her the most beautiful person he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. And she was all his. Just like he was all hers.
Rose’s hands came up to rest against his, and he felt the warm brush of metal against the backs of his fingers. He turned his head to the side to press a kiss to her palm, and then to the knuckle just below her soul-ring.
It was a slightly odd sensation, of being able to feel his pulse against his lips, but James loved it. He loved it because it was undeniable proof that they were soulmates, and that his heart was hers, and hers alone.
“I love you more than you’ll know,” he murmured against her ring.
“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. She slid her hand to the back of his neck and leaned up to press the softest of kisses to his lips. “If it’s anywhere close to how much I love you.”
James hummed happily and he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips before he buried his face into her neck and simply held her.
Reality seemed to fade away. He forgot all about his cold, wet clothes and instead lost himself in Rose, and in the simple pleasure of holding and being held by his soulmate.
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