What If | Idina Menzel & Kristen Bell fanfic

Falling Angels (part 2)

Flickering dim light. Pier outside the window covered in mist. The sea slept in dark.

Kristen's POV

I lay still in the dark, wide-awake. In such moment, I could feel the sweat covering my own body. I gazed at my arm in the moonlight. It was sparkling, so was my heart. My very own heart was overloaded with joy, the kind of joy that arose after passion and want subdued, the kind of joy like a brisk breeze.

...

"Let's go home, Dee, to my place. Gosh your face burns like fire."

"Okay."

"Don't worry, you've got me, okay?"

I dried her tears. I kissed her again, and let her lean on my side. We literally ran away. We were so scared and hurt, but at least we were together.

My apartment in LA was a cozy little home for me and my dog Lola. It had a great view: outside the window you can see the pier and sea in a distance, which is typically California.

"Lola, no, DON'T JUMP!" It was a scene to calm down your dog who hadn't seen you a whole day long. "Alright girl, I know you miss me but it's wrong to jump at people, okay? Yeah ... I understand baby cutie, but you still need to keep your manner ... Oh, and Dee, you're not afraid of dogs, are you?"

"No," Idina pouted her lips toward Lola and Lola looked at her with a tilted head. "She's so adorable! And Kristen you really talk to your dog?"

"Naturally. Every dog parent does by the way," I smirked proudly. "Now come on in. The heels are killing me."

"You've got a point," she let out a little laugh, kicked off her heels and followed me into the living room. Lola followed her closely, constantly making excited noises and wagging tail.

"She likes you. You can stroke her," I grimaced.

A genuine smile slowly appeared on Dee's face as she played with Lola. That's my happy girl, my heart whispered as Lola licked Dee's hand. God, I felt so much happiness just watching her.

Sensing my gaze, Dee turned to look at me with blushing cheeks and a shy smile. "What?" I laughed nervously. Her expression was making me self-conscious.

"Kristen" was all she said.

"Hmm-hmm?" I curled up next to her on the sofa and softly patted her back. "Feel better?"

"A bit," whispered Dee, resting her head on my shoulder. She's dozing off, I though, and it felt so good to be protective of this sweet, vulnerable angel.

"Sweetie you're tired," I sighed happily. "It's time for bed. You wanna shower?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Follow me, Dee, I'll show you to the bathroom," I stroked her cheek lovingly. "I'll get you PJs and that's your room," I pointed to the guest room. "Don't worry, I'll wait for you, okay?"

I got myself out of the red gown for Vanity Fair party when Dee was showering. After that I walked around the house aimlessly, with tired feet and a cloud around my heart. The house was extremely silent in the middle of the night except the sound of water flowing, and I believed I heard something different and the world was never the same.

I led Dee to her bedroom. "Do I need to tuck you in?" I smirked.

"I don't say no!" She said amused.

"Hmm-kay ... Nighty night girl, sleep tight."

Dee wrapped herself super tightly in blankets and sank deep into the pillow. I watched her. I began to leave the room. I placed my hand on the doorknob and started to draw it close to my retreating body. I suddenly felt very empty.