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Title: Morning, evening, does it matter?
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Anita
Challenge: #9 Morning
Cross-posted to: sabriel-0405
Author's Note: Possible spoilers for DM, hence the cuts
It’s difficult to be a morning person when your job entails working half the night. Richard, on the other hand, loved the morning. Maybe because he had no option. His chosen profession, teacher, required morning hours. I wasn’t even sure I was human until I’d finished at least one cup of coffee. Or maybe he loved the morning because Jean-Claude couldn’t. Jean-Claude didn’t die at dawn if he slept touching me, but sunlight would never again be his. He told me he no longer remembers. Anytime I think I’ve forgotten there is always some crisis just after I fall asleep to remind me that I saw more sunrises than was healthy. Micah took more than his share of coalition and pard business, but the police work, that was all mine. I supposed I should be grateful that it didn’t only happen in the dead of night. I wasn’t. I left Micah and Nathaniel asleep and headed to the crime scene. Blood doesn’t improve in direct sunlight. It should have bothered me that it no longer bothered me, but I couldn’t summon the energy. I confirmed cause of death and got back into my car. It would be another long morning.
Title: Mornings can be wondrous
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Micah, Anita
Challenge: #9 Morning
Cross-posted to: sabriel-0405
Author's Note: Possible spoilers for DM, hence the cuts
He watched her sleep, curled against his body. Morning light peeked through gaps in the curtains. He should have joined her in slumber, particularly after what they had just shared, but this was the only time he saw her at peace. It was also the only time she was ever quiet. Anita was a human dynamo. She didn’t know the meaning of the word relax, though to be fair, there wasn’t a lot of that in his world either. Crises were the norm not the exception. They had both gotten home late. Or was that early? Nathaniel was bunking at the Circus with Jason. Micah loved the younger man, enjoyed sharing Anita with him, but having her all to himself was a pleasure he wouldn’t squander. She had protested briefly, until he kissed her, until he dragged her hands along his chest, until he pressed their bodies together. Then what had flared between them from the first ignited. Her hair was still damp from their exertions. He tucked a stray curl around her ear. A small smile played at the edge of her mouth. She had cried out his name, begging. He grinned. And she claimed she didn’t like mornings.
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Anita
Challenge: #9 Morning
Cross-posted to: sabriel-0405
Author's Note: Possible spoilers for DM, hence the cuts
It’s difficult to be a morning person when your job entails working half the night. Richard, on the other hand, loved the morning. Maybe because he had no option. His chosen profession, teacher, required morning hours. I wasn’t even sure I was human until I’d finished at least one cup of coffee. Or maybe he loved the morning because Jean-Claude couldn’t. Jean-Claude didn’t die at dawn if he slept touching me, but sunlight would never again be his. He told me he no longer remembers. Anytime I think I’ve forgotten there is always some crisis just after I fall asleep to remind me that I saw more sunrises than was healthy. Micah took more than his share of coalition and pard business, but the police work, that was all mine. I supposed I should be grateful that it didn’t only happen in the dead of night. I wasn’t. I left Micah and Nathaniel asleep and headed to the crime scene. Blood doesn’t improve in direct sunlight. It should have bothered me that it no longer bothered me, but I couldn’t summon the energy. I confirmed cause of death and got back into my car. It would be another long morning.
Title: Mornings can be wondrous
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Micah, Anita
Challenge: #9 Morning
Cross-posted to: sabriel-0405
Author's Note: Possible spoilers for DM, hence the cuts
He watched her sleep, curled against his body. Morning light peeked through gaps in the curtains. He should have joined her in slumber, particularly after what they had just shared, but this was the only time he saw her at peace. It was also the only time she was ever quiet. Anita was a human dynamo. She didn’t know the meaning of the word relax, though to be fair, there wasn’t a lot of that in his world either. Crises were the norm not the exception. They had both gotten home late. Or was that early? Nathaniel was bunking at the Circus with Jason. Micah loved the younger man, enjoyed sharing Anita with him, but having her all to himself was a pleasure he wouldn’t squander. She had protested briefly, until he kissed her, until he dragged her hands along his chest, until he pressed their bodies together. Then what had flared between them from the first ignited. Her hair was still damp from their exertions. He tucked a stray curl around her ear. A small smile played at the edge of her mouth. She had cried out his name, begging. He grinned. And she claimed she didn’t like mornings.