couples_therapy 57.5 / 56.1 Learn
This is backstory piece, occurring pre-canon. Thomas (raith_wraith) used with permission and approval. <3
Justine was huddling in a corner when he returned to his rooms. The corner behind the bed, where he'd left her.
His perfect face peered at her and creased into a frown. The attention made her scamper back, pressing herself further into the wall. "Stay back. Stay away from me, when I'm like this."
"Like what, Justine?"
"Different." The reason why she had ran away from home in the first place. It was too much, too strong, emotions ripping at her until she wanted to claw at things, or yell, or do something... else, not good. "They gave me medicines in the hospital... made me sick, every time." Arms crossed before her chest, she looked ahead, away from him. "Sometimes it goes away." Without having to hurt something. Or somebody. Without exploding in somebody's face.
The bed shifted under his weight as he stretched sideways over it, face coming up near enough her to make her flinch away in her oversensitive state, even though she wasn't looking in his direction. "Stay away."
"No... I don't think so."
She bared her teeth at him
Which didn't stop him from reaching out a hand and placing it on her cheek.
It was very cool, though not unpleasantly cold - and just like that, it steadied her, making her eyes widen and turn to him. His ... his were lighter than they had been before, and the beautiful lips were stretched in a small smile, half-opened. "Oh..."
His palm ran down her cheek, back of his fingers trailing further over her throat, making her give out a small moan. And then his lips were against hers and she was kissing him, kissing him like she had kissed nobody before. Forgetting... everything, all the things that could hurt, all, just melting into the pleasure...
Until he pulled back, withdrawing his hand. She moved to follow, whimpering a half-conscious, "more..." but he pulled away.
"Shhh. That is enough for now. Breathe. And again. Feeling better now?"
... to her surprise, she was. The excess... the fury, the confusion was eased. Replaced by desire, but she had known both at the same time, so she could recognize they were gone.
She looked at him again, a small, half-curious, half-smirky smile playing on his face, and nodded. "Ah, Justine. This will be nice indeed."
"What... what happened? What is this? I want--"
"I know. In just a little, we'll do more." Oh now that smile, it lit up his face and made her actually smile in return, slightly quivering in anticipation. "And then ... well. You'll have time enough to learn. We both will."
Patient: Justine
Fandom: The Dresden Files (novels)
Partner: Thomas Raith: raith_wraith (canon, with permission)
Words: 438
Justine was huddling in a corner when he returned to his rooms. The corner behind the bed, where he'd left her.
His perfect face peered at her and creased into a frown. The attention made her scamper back, pressing herself further into the wall. "Stay back. Stay away from me, when I'm like this."
"Like what, Justine?"
"Different." The reason why she had ran away from home in the first place. It was too much, too strong, emotions ripping at her until she wanted to claw at things, or yell, or do something... else, not good. "They gave me medicines in the hospital... made me sick, every time." Arms crossed before her chest, she looked ahead, away from him. "Sometimes it goes away." Without having to hurt something. Or somebody. Without exploding in somebody's face.
The bed shifted under his weight as he stretched sideways over it, face coming up near enough her to make her flinch away in her oversensitive state, even though she wasn't looking in his direction. "Stay away."
"No... I don't think so."
She bared her teeth at him
Which didn't stop him from reaching out a hand and placing it on her cheek.
It was very cool, though not unpleasantly cold - and just like that, it steadied her, making her eyes widen and turn to him. His ... his were lighter than they had been before, and the beautiful lips were stretched in a small smile, half-opened. "Oh..."
His palm ran down her cheek, back of his fingers trailing further over her throat, making her give out a small moan. And then his lips were against hers and she was kissing him, kissing him like she had kissed nobody before. Forgetting... everything, all the things that could hurt, all, just melting into the pleasure...
Until he pulled back, withdrawing his hand. She moved to follow, whimpering a half-conscious, "more..." but he pulled away.
"Shhh. That is enough for now. Breathe. And again. Feeling better now?"
... to her surprise, she was. The excess... the fury, the confusion was eased. Replaced by desire, but she had known both at the same time, so she could recognize they were gone.
She looked at him again, a small, half-curious, half-smirky smile playing on his face, and nodded. "Ah, Justine. This will be nice indeed."
"What... what happened? What is this? I want--"
"I know. In just a little, we'll do more." Oh now that smile, it lit up his face and made her actually smile in return, slightly quivering in anticipation. "And then ... well. You'll have time enough to learn. We both will."
Patient: Justine
Fandom: The Dresden Files (novels)
Partner: Thomas Raith: raith_wraith (canon, with permission)
Words: 438