Epic Fail
Stupid Khabbi! He couldn't hold it together for 44 more seconds?? He completely ruined my day! At least if we'd had made it to OT, we could have gotten a point out of it!
Re-read Unsaid by anr and some parts that I absolutely fall in love with every time I read this story....
She waits for him to say something, anything. When he doesn't she walks towards him and does not stop until his hand raises to wrap around her nape and her face buries into the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, her fingers finding his hip.
....
Okay? he asks, but his mouth never moves and the word is felt, not heard, as his fingers move on the scruff of her neck. A tap for every dot, a stroke for every line.
She works her hand under his shirt, bridges hip to lower back, and taps out a reply.Okay.
...
You should be resting.
The last word seems to take forever, and she closes her eyes -- does not ask why they're conversing in morse because she knows why, has always known that for them, if nothing's said out loud, then nothing's said at all -- and taps out a response.I am.
...
You once thought of me, he says unexpectedly, as a white knight on his steed.
Her eyes open and she wonders if he can feel her eyelashes moving on his skin.
Practice, he says. Just sayin'.
...
She considers closing her eyes again.
We should probably --
Yeah. She swallows hard. Sir --
Don't.
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Gah! The fic is pure brilliance, IMO. Especially that last part. I love the Don't. Also, the white steed line is gold. Subtext = awesomeness.
Re-read Unsaid by anr and some parts that I absolutely fall in love with every time I read this story....
She waits for him to say something, anything. When he doesn't she walks towards him and does not stop until his hand raises to wrap around her nape and her face buries into the curve where his shoulder meets his neck, her fingers finding his hip.
....
Okay? he asks, but his mouth never moves and the word is felt, not heard, as his fingers move on the scruff of her neck. A tap for every dot, a stroke for every line.
She works her hand under his shirt, bridges hip to lower back, and taps out a reply.Okay.
...
You should be resting.
The last word seems to take forever, and she closes her eyes -- does not ask why they're conversing in morse because she knows why, has always known that for them, if nothing's said out loud, then nothing's said at all -- and taps out a response.I am.
...
You once thought of me, he says unexpectedly, as a white knight on his steed.
Her eyes open and she wonders if he can feel her eyelashes moving on his skin.
Practice, he says. Just sayin'.
...
She considers closing her eyes again.
We should probably --
Yeah. She swallows hard. Sir --
Don't.
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Gah! The fic is pure brilliance, IMO. Especially that last part. I love the Don't. Also, the white steed line is gold. Subtext = awesomeness.