"Impossible Mistake" (CSI:M/RPFS, Calleigh/Emily.)
CSI: Miami/RPFS, Calleigh/Emily. 250 words, rated U.
femslash100's #49 - greed. "Impossible Mistake"
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"What is the matter?" she asks, finally looking irritated, sitting up, looking down at you.
She winds the sheet around herself, brushing strands of silky blonde hair away from her face and frowns slightly, the way you do when you (pretend to) study something onscreen. With your head still resting against the pillow you look at her in disbelief, wondering how the two of you can be (the same person) so alike and so different.
The longer you continue this (this impossible blending of realities that tears apart all known concepts of How The World Works; rebuilding it in a way that leaves you a stranger in what used to be your home) the more you think that it's a mistake.
A beautiful, fun and amazing mistake, yes, but still: a mistake.
"Emily?" she presses, and you sigh, closing your eyes.
What's the matter is that when you called her earlier to reschedule the time, you could hear Horatio murmuring to her in the background, and it made you look over at David, who chose that moment to say your name and ask if you were okay, and your head spun.
"Do you tell him?" you ask abruptly, opening your eyes again to meet hers. "Where you are when you're with me?"
"Of course not," she says softly, after a moment of staring out of the window. "How would I explain you, Emily? You shouldn't exist."
You stare, dumbfounded, then you start to laugh. Hysterically. As though you'll never stop.
femslash100's #49 - greed. "Impossible Mistake"
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"What is the matter?" she asks, finally looking irritated, sitting up, looking down at you.
She winds the sheet around herself, brushing strands of silky blonde hair away from her face and frowns slightly, the way you do when you (pretend to) study something onscreen. With your head still resting against the pillow you look at her in disbelief, wondering how the two of you can be (the same person) so alike and so different.
The longer you continue this (this impossible blending of realities that tears apart all known concepts of How The World Works; rebuilding it in a way that leaves you a stranger in what used to be your home) the more you think that it's a mistake.
A beautiful, fun and amazing mistake, yes, but still: a mistake.
"Emily?" she presses, and you sigh, closing your eyes.
What's the matter is that when you called her earlier to reschedule the time, you could hear Horatio murmuring to her in the background, and it made you look over at David, who chose that moment to say your name and ask if you were okay, and your head spun.
"Do you tell him?" you ask abruptly, opening your eyes again to meet hers. "Where you are when you're with me?"
"Of course not," she says softly, after a moment of staring out of the window. "How would I explain you, Emily? You shouldn't exist."
You stare, dumbfounded, then you start to laugh. Hysterically. As though you'll never stop.