Oct 29, 2009 23:58
Midnight passes again
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julian sark,
cy,
captain jack harkness,
josef soltini,
the baron,
elizabeth jules,
plot: ten plagues,
jamie d'vart,
avery campbell,
ruvin,
den varlis,
amity mackenzie,
fred burkle,
robin rice,
michael westen,
plot: game-wide,
babel,
kelly peyton,
ianto jones,
phoebe donovan,
sam tyler,
luke roberts,
tomei wolf,
aniki forfrysning,
csp-04,
jack bristow
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She nods when he says that it won't be awkward. She believes him, not that she's entirely sure that either of them will survive long enough but that doesn't matter so much. Death is what it is. As much as she hates to think of him going, she knows that it is inevitable and if they die, it'll be their time to do so.
Elizabeth wishes she could have him, all of it before it happens though, but...
Her heart melts in her chest to hear him say that. I'd been wanting to do that for a while. She can hardly believe it but he says it with such sincerity that it's impossible not to believe him.
She swallows, again, and nods, leaning forward to kiss him, soft and quick again before the spell can break, before her exhaustion fades and she starts to think about all of this too much.
"Okay, I can-" Her insides swell with that strange fire, again, at the touch of his lips against hers once more. Elizabeth's eyes close as she pulls back and looks away from him. "I- I can try to sleep. And if I can take a shower when I wake up and like borrow a shirt from you? Cause I've been in this same shirt like for ever... I'd really appreciate it." And she's not thinking how nice it will be to have something of his wrapped around her after she's gone, back on her search to help those who are dying.
Elizabeth leans back against the couch, keeping her eyes closed so she won't look at his lips anymore or his eyes and want. The desire will keep her from sleeping but even with her eyes closed she can see him, feel him, taste him still, and the desire is still there even as she starts to fade into the darkness of sleep. He's in her dreams, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
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When Josef emerges from the bathroom a good while later, he is much more composed. Much more himself. His own desire has been locked up and stored away, and years of being disciplined into a restrained, good little soldier will help him remain this way for the rest of the night.
Elizabeth is sleeping, her features peaceful and trusting. Because he's safe and warm. Foolish, foolish girl. Foolish, foolish boy.
A violent clenching takes hold of his chest. His stomach drops to his feet, and he remains glued in his spot for what seems like a very long time.
He places the shirt he's retrieved for her carefully on the coffee table beside her. Then he's retreating again. Josef doesn't stay far, however, keeping an eye on her where he won't be seen.
A very heavy and bittersweet weight builds a gap in his throat and threatens to tear it apart. He refuses to feel at peace himself, refuses to feel anything at all - he doesn't deserve either of those emotions.
They don't belong to him.
Whatever happens, Josef will make sure she is at least safe from him, and he won't have it any other way.
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