The Brass Ring II - TS, J/B, first time, romance only
Title: The Brass Ring II
Author: Erin Riwen
Email addy: erin.riwen@gmail.com
Category: slash, first time
For: Fill in chapter
Word Count: 1025
Warning: no sex or bad words, I don't think. Gratuitous mush and romance.
Author's Note: This series was started for the sentinel_thurschallenges. Only the parts of this series appropriate for the challenges will be on Sentinel Thursday - all parts will be archived on my LJ. Takes place the day after Blair's press conference and subsequent conversations with Jim. The use of actual text from the show's transcripts leaves all ownership of said words to PetFly and the show's writers.
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I hate leaving him, hate facing the day without him by my side and it will take everything I have and everything he taught me to do what I need to alone. Simon and I will be talking as soon as he’s up to it - I need Blair by my side.
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Breakfast is odd. Sitting at the table with Jim and Naomi like it was any other day when it was anything but any other day was just surreal, man. Still, it wasn’t all ordinary. Jim sat beside me and across from Naomi. He smiled at me a lot and once he reached over and brushed a stray curl behind my ear. I swear, every time he touches me I shiver and I think he likes that. He kinda enjoys the power thing, you know and man, does he have my buttons memorized. Finally, he has to go and I walk him to the door, standing between the door and the jamb, unwilling to lose sight of him just yet.
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I admit I’m getting jazzed at how he lights up and shivers when I touch him. God, looking back I can see how we’ve acted like a couple for years but this, this is so much more. I have to dial back my senses a little or else I’ll need a cold shower before work. “Court this morning, then reports this afternoon, Chief,” I say as I stop in the hall and give him a smile. “I’ll try and make lunch, but not likely. I’ll get home soon as I can tonight, though.” Before I talk myself out of work and into more of Blair, I lean in and kiss him soundly; reminding him, hell, reminding both of us of things to come and then head down the stairs. I walk in time to Blair’s heartbeat as it follows me to the truck.
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“Blair, honey?,” Naomi says as she sits on the couch beside me.
I smile at her, a little wistful but not sad. I’m ok mom, really,” I assure her, trying to let her see that I am ok, even if I don’t have all the answers just yet.
“You know Jim loves you,” she said softly as her hand came up and cupped my cheek. “I mean, that was obvious down here, not to mention what you might have gotten upstairs.”
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I love my mom, really I do, but sometimes she just a little much. “Mom!”. I laugh nervously and shake my head. “Jim was a perfect gentleman,” I say with a smile, still struggling to fully accept all that had happened in only a day.
“But,” she starts and I hold up my hand to stop her. “I am NOT going to discuss the details of my love life with you; but yes,” I say softly, my voice still full of wonder at it all. “Jim loves me. I don’t know fully how or why, but he does and I love him. He says we need to take it slow - I mean, neither of us figured on this, you know?” I sit there, my elbows on my knees and my hands clasped together as I talk.
To her credit, Naomi seemed to understand that I needed to vent and simply sat and listened. “I admit the attraction, but never really gave it much credence, you know? It just wasn’t that way with us, only it was, but it wasn’t and well, now, here we are. And, Jim and me, we just fit, you know? For the first time in my life, I really fit someplace. I know I’ve lost my place at the PD but I’ll just have to find other ways to help Jim that don’t require me being there. I mean, I’m a resourceful guy, right?” I sigh again, not really needing an answer and swipe my hands over my eyes. “I’m tired, mom. I think I’d like more sleep - maybe we can grab some lunch later?”
An understanding smile and a nod. Bless her that sometimes she can just leave things alone. “Sure, honey,” she said with a kiss to my hair.I instinctively start toward my room and then kinda grin at myself as I adjust and make my way upstairs. Chucking my robe aside, I crawl back into Jim’s..our big bed and bury my face in his pillows. Jim’s scent surrounds me and I drift off in a cloud of euphoria.
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Having court this morning makes it a bit easier not having Sandburg with me, but it brings back to clear memory how much tougher it is to keep my senses and my emotions in check without him around. A lot of things about how courts and trials work can try anyone’s patience but especially mine; he made that better somehow. I guess that’s how this guide thing works, though truth be told; it’s mostly how this Blair thing works. Funny, I used to think I was the one in charge but hell, I know better now - not that I”ll necessarily tell him that. I have to grin when I think about how he’d tease me endlessly about that if I admitted it.
I sigh as I make my way to my desk to tackle the mountain of paperwork still left on the Zeller case. Most of the broken glass has been replaced and the cleanup is done, but things are far from normal. You can’t just continue on in a war zone and forget the war, even if the bodies are gone. Still, work is work, crime still happens and we still fight it. I eat my late lunch sandwich as I start on my reports, wishing yet again that Sandburg were here. Not only do I miss him, but he’s so much better at this than I am. A quick check finds a message from him that he’s taking Naomi out to lunch and he misses me and I smile. Just hearing his voice over the phone brings a calmness that I cannot find on my own. Oh yeah, he’s the boss alright.
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