A little Fraser-angst, not quite to order
May. 8th, 2003 09:48 pmThe wind howls outside our tent, nearly masking the soft sounds. The slow shifting of his body, the motion of his arm inside his bedroll. His breathing changes until he is panting, fighting to hide the sound from me.
But I hear, as I have twice before. If this is all I can have, I'll take it, and cherish it, and he will never know.
He is close to release, and I imagine the moment of his ecstasy ...
A door slams, and I jolt back to reality. I feel little joy as I spend myself, bitter fluid of my dreams.
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Date: 2003-05-09 04:24 am (UTC)::rubs hands together, laughs maniacally::
*g*
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Date: 2003-05-08 07:07 pm (UTC)xoxo
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Date: 2003-05-09 04:26 am (UTC)(Glad to see you!)
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Date: 2003-05-08 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-09 04:27 am (UTC)Somebody got it!! Yay!!
(It actually wasn't my intention to write it like that, but when it was done, I thought, "How sad that even in his dreams, all he gets is *this*.")
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Date: 2003-05-08 08:00 pm (UTC)In a good way, of course.
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Date: 2003-05-09 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-08 08:53 pm (UTC)Well, we know they will, in this best of all possible fanfic worlds.
Nice drabble!~
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Date: 2003-05-09 04:34 am (UTC)(My husband just walked in and saw your icon. He laughed.)
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Date: 2003-05-09 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-13 01:48 pm (UTC)-R
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