[fandom_muses] (september) walking among the clouds
All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. - James Baldwin
She’s not sure why, after three horrible dates, she wakes up with Logan’s arms around her. His body pressed against hers. She’s not sure why she trusts him enough to have let him in like that. The dates really did suck. She can’t even think about them without cringing. Somehow though, despite that, she got to know him and how hard he was trying to make it not suck amused her.
She hadn’t been touched in a long time, the last time she only barely remembers and before that, well that sucked.
At least there was one thing that she and Logan didn’t suck at, they didn’t suck at sex, at all. She’s still unsure of how it happened or why she didn’t freak out even though he was clearly trying to make sure she was okay the entire time.
She shifts slightly and he moves with her, every time she moves he moves with her like he can’t bare to let her go even in sleep. It takes her about fifteen minutes to remove herself from his grasp without waking him up. When she’s finally free she just grabs his shirt and pulls it on, she pulls a chair up to the bed and he shifts to lay on his stomach and the tattoo that she branded into his skin catches in the light.
She grabs her sketch pad from the table and a piece of charcoal. She starts to draw him, the lines of his body in her bed forming on the page. She has no idea how long she’s sitting there drawing by the sound of his steady breaths. He stirs, reaching for her next to him but finding air. When he opens his eyes and sees her next to the bed his brow furrows, she shows him the sketch and he grins and beckons her back to the bed. She sets the sketch pad and charcoal aside and moves onto the bed.
Sam avoids his pulling grasp and moves to straddle his back.
“Tattoo, inspection, wasn’t that a part of the deal?” She asks lightly.
He just laughs as well his body shaking softly.
Her hands are stained with charcoal and she’s going to have to wash these sheets anyway so she lets her stained hands run over the lines of the tattoo. She remembers when she first drew this, after a therapy session in Miami. She remembers not even thinking when she picked it out for Logan’s skin. She didn’t even know him and she knew this was the person who needed this tattoo. Not that she ever intended for it to become a tattoo, she’d never even shown anyone that sketch.
Logan’s had enough after a few minutes and he moves so she’s on her back and he’s above her.
He laughs lightly at the charcoal stains on her cheek and leans down to kiss her. She’s not sure why it’s so easy with him. He’s not the kind of person she’s ever been with and he might be just about as damaged as she is, maybe more, she thinks sometimes.
“We should just give up on dates and skip to the good part,” He teases lightly.
He’s above her and it’s a little stifling because she feels a little trapped, she’s trying to push past that, he’s not holding her wrists and he’s not pinning her to the bed, he’s just hovering there.
“Funny. You make me sound easy,” She teases back.
He makes a ‘well’ face and she smacks his arm and he laughs. She has no idea how she got here, laughing, in bed with a guy she’s only known a few months.
He finally moves to her side but pulls her against him. “I think I like this,” He says softly and there’s a hint of vulnerability in his voice that surprises her.
“Me too,” she agrees just as softly.
“Why were you drawing me?” He asks suddenly.
She shrugs, “Sometimes you see something beautiful and you have to draw it. It’s like truth. You and the tattoo, it’s full circle.”
He just looks at her, taking that in before he nods and presses his lips to hers softly. She knows he wants to say something but he doesn’t. So she melts against his side and closes her eyes.
Muse: Samantha Landry
Fandom: Veronica Mars (Original Character)
Word Count: 719
She’s not sure why, after three horrible dates, she wakes up with Logan’s arms around her. His body pressed against hers. She’s not sure why she trusts him enough to have let him in like that. The dates really did suck. She can’t even think about them without cringing. Somehow though, despite that, she got to know him and how hard he was trying to make it not suck amused her.
She hadn’t been touched in a long time, the last time she only barely remembers and before that, well that sucked.
At least there was one thing that she and Logan didn’t suck at, they didn’t suck at sex, at all. She’s still unsure of how it happened or why she didn’t freak out even though he was clearly trying to make sure she was okay the entire time.
She shifts slightly and he moves with her, every time she moves he moves with her like he can’t bare to let her go even in sleep. It takes her about fifteen minutes to remove herself from his grasp without waking him up. When she’s finally free she just grabs his shirt and pulls it on, she pulls a chair up to the bed and he shifts to lay on his stomach and the tattoo that she branded into his skin catches in the light.
She grabs her sketch pad from the table and a piece of charcoal. She starts to draw him, the lines of his body in her bed forming on the page. She has no idea how long she’s sitting there drawing by the sound of his steady breaths. He stirs, reaching for her next to him but finding air. When he opens his eyes and sees her next to the bed his brow furrows, she shows him the sketch and he grins and beckons her back to the bed. She sets the sketch pad and charcoal aside and moves onto the bed.
Sam avoids his pulling grasp and moves to straddle his back.
“Tattoo, inspection, wasn’t that a part of the deal?” She asks lightly.
He just laughs as well his body shaking softly.
Her hands are stained with charcoal and she’s going to have to wash these sheets anyway so she lets her stained hands run over the lines of the tattoo. She remembers when she first drew this, after a therapy session in Miami. She remembers not even thinking when she picked it out for Logan’s skin. She didn’t even know him and she knew this was the person who needed this tattoo. Not that she ever intended for it to become a tattoo, she’d never even shown anyone that sketch.
Logan’s had enough after a few minutes and he moves so she’s on her back and he’s above her.
He laughs lightly at the charcoal stains on her cheek and leans down to kiss her. She’s not sure why it’s so easy with him. He’s not the kind of person she’s ever been with and he might be just about as damaged as she is, maybe more, she thinks sometimes.
“We should just give up on dates and skip to the good part,” He teases lightly.
He’s above her and it’s a little stifling because she feels a little trapped, she’s trying to push past that, he’s not holding her wrists and he’s not pinning her to the bed, he’s just hovering there.
“Funny. You make me sound easy,” She teases back.
He makes a ‘well’ face and she smacks his arm and he laughs. She has no idea how she got here, laughing, in bed with a guy she’s only known a few months.
He finally moves to her side but pulls her against him. “I think I like this,” He says softly and there’s a hint of vulnerability in his voice that surprises her.
“Me too,” she agrees just as softly.
“Why were you drawing me?” He asks suddenly.
She shrugs, “Sometimes you see something beautiful and you have to draw it. It’s like truth. You and the tattoo, it’s full circle.”
He just looks at her, taking that in before he nods and presses his lips to hers softly. She knows he wants to say something but he doesn’t. So she melts against his side and closes her eyes.
Muse: Samantha Landry
Fandom: Veronica Mars (Original Character)
Word Count: 719