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Essential by FlatlandDan
Title: Essential
Author: FlatlandDan
Pairing: Beckett/Sheppard
Rating: G
Many, many thanks to
merryish for doing an emergancy beta. You rock my socks.
Essential
I wake up alone with the fear and my mind starts wandering. My stomach churns as the seconds pass. I don't want to give in, but I can't face another night of it. I stumble out of bed; my feet know the way. I don't have to think about anything until I get to your door.
I wish my heart led me anywhere else.
But then your door opens. Your smell hits me: gun powder, after shave, sex. Left foot, right foot, and I'm beside your bed, watching you sleep. I shouldn't bother you. I should --
"Carson?
We blink at each other in the dim light, you from just opening your eyes and me from the shock of seeing them open. Silence invades the space between us. I know you said the last time was the last time. I agreed with you.
You're wide awake now, staring at me. I can't make eye contact. I can't take you watching me and wanting me to leave. I'm halfway out of the room before I hear the rustle of sheets.
"It's getting cold."
I don't have to be told twice. You shuffle over in bed, letting me into the space your body has warmed. It takes a few minutes for the calmness around us to take shape. I can feel the inches between us lessen until you're holding me, head resting above mine, arms around my chest. I'm enclosed in your world now.
"I'm sorry," I murmur.
Your arms pull me closer. You sigh. "You know this is wrong."
"Aye."
Your head rests on my cheek. "We can't do this again."
I close my eyes, and try not to think. "Aye."
Author: FlatlandDan
Pairing: Beckett/Sheppard
Rating: G
Many, many thanks to
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Essential
I wake up alone with the fear and my mind starts wandering. My stomach churns as the seconds pass. I don't want to give in, but I can't face another night of it. I stumble out of bed; my feet know the way. I don't have to think about anything until I get to your door.
I wish my heart led me anywhere else.
But then your door opens. Your smell hits me: gun powder, after shave, sex. Left foot, right foot, and I'm beside your bed, watching you sleep. I shouldn't bother you. I should --
"Carson?
We blink at each other in the dim light, you from just opening your eyes and me from the shock of seeing them open. Silence invades the space between us. I know you said the last time was the last time. I agreed with you.
You're wide awake now, staring at me. I can't make eye contact. I can't take you watching me and wanting me to leave. I'm halfway out of the room before I hear the rustle of sheets.
"It's getting cold."
I don't have to be told twice. You shuffle over in bed, letting me into the space your body has warmed. It takes a few minutes for the calmness around us to take shape. I can feel the inches between us lessen until you're holding me, head resting above mine, arms around my chest. I'm enclosed in your world now.
"I'm sorry," I murmur.
Your arms pull me closer. You sigh. "You know this is wrong."
"Aye."
Your head rests on my cheek. "We can't do this again."
I close my eyes, and try not to think. "Aye."
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Kind of heart-breaking, and a beautiful take on the challenge. Thank you.
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Thanks for the wonderful comments!!
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