Fic: What If I Said (2/?)
Title: What If I Said… (2/?)
Author: Aerial312
Rating: T
Characters: Annie/Auggie
Category: Friendship/Romance
Spoilers/Timeline: Post 3x16
Word Count: ~1150
Disclaimer: I own nothing…I just borrow.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated.
Note: It's amazing how much less time I have to write when I'm not commuting 2 hours a day on a train...
"Do we dare to cross that line between your heart and mine
Or would I lose a friend or find a love that would never end
What if I said…"- Anita Cochran, What If I Said
Auggie's bedroom was bright in the morning. Very bright. The bedroom window faced east, and it seemed to be a bright, sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. That would be great later on, but now, at 7am on a Saturday, it was getting in the way of Annie's sleeping in. This wasn't the first time this week she'd slept over, so why hadn't it bothered her before? She thought for a minute and remembered that it had been pouring rain on Wednesday.
There were curtains on the window-maybe she should get up and close them. That though, would require shimmying out of Auggie's arms, and she didn't want to wake him. As far as she could tell, spooned in front of him, he was still asleep. His arm was curled around her waist, hand resting limply against her stomach. His breath was warm on her neck, the steady breath of sleep. Of course, the bright light didn't bother him.
They never did end up having that serious talk the night before at the restaurant. Sure, they talked plenty. About how good the grilled halloumi cheese was. About how he picked a delicious Turkish wine. About how olive oil seemed like a strange flavor for sorbet, but was surprisingly good, though not as good as the sour cherry. The restaurant was just too loud and they were too busy having their usual light, fun conversations to have a serious relationship talk. The date was really a wonderful time. He knew her so well, so he picked the perfect spot. It didn't feel that different from any of the other hundred times they'd hung out, except that they were eating at a fancier sport in nicer clothes.
And, of course, there was the fact that the night ended with sex. That was still a new feature of their relationship, though they'd gotten a lot of practice in the last week. On the ride home from the restaurant they had an even tougher time keeping their hands off each other than they did on the ride over, but managed to wait until they got back to his apartment-they weren't that drunk.
They did not, however, make it to the bed. Not the first time at least. The second she slid the door closed, he had her pressed against it. It didn't take long for their dressy clothes to end up in a heap on the floor. She smiled as she remembered him holding her up against the cool metal of the door. Eventually, they made it to the bed. He'd carried her up there, and she hadn't even thought twice about it at the time, but now, as she thought about it, it was impressive he knew his apartment well enough to make it up the stairs-carrying her-without his cane or even feeling around for where he was.
"Mmm, feel that sun," Auggie smiled into her hair. She scooted back against him and he tightened his grip. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mmm," she had to agree that the warm rays did feel good. She just objected to how damn bright the room was. "Did the warmth of it wake you up?" She was curious.
"Probably part," he told her. "But you're awfully fidgety when you're lying here awake."
"Sorry. I was trying to go back to sleep."
"Trouble sleeping?" he asked, concerned.
"No," she assured him. "It's just bright."
He laughed. ""You know, that didn't occur to me. That those warm sun rays I like so much make it bright in here. It's always dark in here," he tapped his head. "You can close curtains."
"Nah, I'm up now. And you like the sun coming through the window."
"I do…" he murmured, fingertips grazing up her abs.
She could see where this was headed. Well, why not, now that she was up? But instead of continuing his exploration, his hand paused just under her breasts. Why--? He had encountered her scar. It wasn't the first time his roving hands had found it-it was kind of hard to give attention to her breasts and not-but this time it stopped his action, his thumb going back and forth over the bottom of the puckered line of skin.
Annie clasped her hand on top of his. "You can touch it if you want. You have before."
"No, I don't need-it just had me thinking."
He didn't continue right away, so she rolled over in his arms, pressing her forehead to his. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly.
"When you were shot, that's when I realized, you know, just how much I needed you."
"Was it?" she asked, hating that she'd been so oblivious to everything going on around her for so long.
"When the hospital called me…I just…" he took a deep breath before continuing, "And then I went into overdrive trying to protect you…" There more he'd told her about what had gone on while she was unconscious, the more floored she was about how brilliantly he had put the pieces together. How much he trusted that she was innocent… "And then you were in Russia, and I had to tell you, and--"
"And I hung up," she said sadly.
"You did what you needed to do," he told her. "You weren't ready to hear this then."
"I wasn't," she agreed. A second later she added, laughing, "Though in July, I would have been."
He thought about that for a moment. "In July, I hadn't realized…I wasn't there yet."
"I know."
"Explains a lot."
"About what?"
"About why we were so distant after Barcelona."
"That," she sighed. She wished that she hadn't pushed Auggie away in the pursuit of her mission with Simon. She had been so hurt, even though she had no right to be.
He tightened his grip around her waist. "I had no idea at the time how hard it must have been for you to hear me tell you I was going to propose to Parker."
"I was really glad you couldn't see my reaction to that," Annie admitted.
"I'm sorry," he told her.
"Don't be," she insisted. "We just weren't on the same page yet."
"We are on the same page now, right?"
He sounded nervous, and that made her smile. "We are." She kissed him on the lips.
Note 2: I have eaten at Zaytinya, and olive oil was one of the flavors in a sorbet medley we had for dessert. Odd, but tasty.
Author: Aerial312
Rating: T
Characters: Annie/Auggie
Category: Friendship/Romance
Spoilers/Timeline: Post 3x16
Word Count: ~1150
Disclaimer: I own nothing…I just borrow.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated.
Note: It's amazing how much less time I have to write when I'm not commuting 2 hours a day on a train...
"Do we dare to cross that line between your heart and mine
Or would I lose a friend or find a love that would never end
What if I said…"- Anita Cochran, What If I Said
Auggie's bedroom was bright in the morning. Very bright. The bedroom window faced east, and it seemed to be a bright, sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. That would be great later on, but now, at 7am on a Saturday, it was getting in the way of Annie's sleeping in. This wasn't the first time this week she'd slept over, so why hadn't it bothered her before? She thought for a minute and remembered that it had been pouring rain on Wednesday.
There were curtains on the window-maybe she should get up and close them. That though, would require shimmying out of Auggie's arms, and she didn't want to wake him. As far as she could tell, spooned in front of him, he was still asleep. His arm was curled around her waist, hand resting limply against her stomach. His breath was warm on her neck, the steady breath of sleep. Of course, the bright light didn't bother him.
They never did end up having that serious talk the night before at the restaurant. Sure, they talked plenty. About how good the grilled halloumi cheese was. About how he picked a delicious Turkish wine. About how olive oil seemed like a strange flavor for sorbet, but was surprisingly good, though not as good as the sour cherry. The restaurant was just too loud and they were too busy having their usual light, fun conversations to have a serious relationship talk. The date was really a wonderful time. He knew her so well, so he picked the perfect spot. It didn't feel that different from any of the other hundred times they'd hung out, except that they were eating at a fancier sport in nicer clothes.
And, of course, there was the fact that the night ended with sex. That was still a new feature of their relationship, though they'd gotten a lot of practice in the last week. On the ride home from the restaurant they had an even tougher time keeping their hands off each other than they did on the ride over, but managed to wait until they got back to his apartment-they weren't that drunk.
They did not, however, make it to the bed. Not the first time at least. The second she slid the door closed, he had her pressed against it. It didn't take long for their dressy clothes to end up in a heap on the floor. She smiled as she remembered him holding her up against the cool metal of the door. Eventually, they made it to the bed. He'd carried her up there, and she hadn't even thought twice about it at the time, but now, as she thought about it, it was impressive he knew his apartment well enough to make it up the stairs-carrying her-without his cane or even feeling around for where he was.
"Mmm, feel that sun," Auggie smiled into her hair. She scooted back against him and he tightened his grip. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mmm," she had to agree that the warm rays did feel good. She just objected to how damn bright the room was. "Did the warmth of it wake you up?" She was curious.
"Probably part," he told her. "But you're awfully fidgety when you're lying here awake."
"Sorry. I was trying to go back to sleep."
"Trouble sleeping?" he asked, concerned.
"No," she assured him. "It's just bright."
He laughed. ""You know, that didn't occur to me. That those warm sun rays I like so much make it bright in here. It's always dark in here," he tapped his head. "You can close curtains."
"Nah, I'm up now. And you like the sun coming through the window."
"I do…" he murmured, fingertips grazing up her abs.
She could see where this was headed. Well, why not, now that she was up? But instead of continuing his exploration, his hand paused just under her breasts. Why--? He had encountered her scar. It wasn't the first time his roving hands had found it-it was kind of hard to give attention to her breasts and not-but this time it stopped his action, his thumb going back and forth over the bottom of the puckered line of skin.
Annie clasped her hand on top of his. "You can touch it if you want. You have before."
"No, I don't need-it just had me thinking."
He didn't continue right away, so she rolled over in his arms, pressing her forehead to his. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly.
"When you were shot, that's when I realized, you know, just how much I needed you."
"Was it?" she asked, hating that she'd been so oblivious to everything going on around her for so long.
"When the hospital called me…I just…" he took a deep breath before continuing, "And then I went into overdrive trying to protect you…" There more he'd told her about what had gone on while she was unconscious, the more floored she was about how brilliantly he had put the pieces together. How much he trusted that she was innocent… "And then you were in Russia, and I had to tell you, and--"
"And I hung up," she said sadly.
"You did what you needed to do," he told her. "You weren't ready to hear this then."
"I wasn't," she agreed. A second later she added, laughing, "Though in July, I would have been."
He thought about that for a moment. "In July, I hadn't realized…I wasn't there yet."
"I know."
"Explains a lot."
"About what?"
"About why we were so distant after Barcelona."
"That," she sighed. She wished that she hadn't pushed Auggie away in the pursuit of her mission with Simon. She had been so hurt, even though she had no right to be.
He tightened his grip around her waist. "I had no idea at the time how hard it must have been for you to hear me tell you I was going to propose to Parker."
"I was really glad you couldn't see my reaction to that," Annie admitted.
"I'm sorry," he told her.
"Don't be," she insisted. "We just weren't on the same page yet."
"We are on the same page now, right?"
He sounded nervous, and that made her smile. "We are." She kissed him on the lips.
Note 2: I have eaten at Zaytinya, and olive oil was one of the flavors in a sorbet medley we had for dessert. Odd, but tasty.