Lovers In A Dangerous Time 5
Lovers In A Dangerous Time 5
Fandom: Number Two
Pairing: Pairing Two
Summary: As always, guess the couple/fandom for fabulous prizes! (erm, or something.) She said, even though apparently, no one reads her journal. Meh.
Disclaimer: I can't tell you who they belong to, but I can tell you I'm not it
"Poor devil," I pushed his hair back from his forehead.
He glared at me.
"You don't have to say anything." I sighed, standing. "I do know a nightmare when I see one, you know, and it's no use making that face. Do you want tea?"
He stretched and rolled his neck, all sinuous movement. "I'd rather wine, if you have it."
"I'm out."
"I'll find some." He growled.
"You won't at this hour."
He gave me an incredulous look.
"Fine, fine. Do what you like. You know, I didn't invite you over so you could fall asleep on my couch and then proceed to make faces at me and spurn my generous offers of tea and sympathy."
He trudged across the room and leaned into me, his forehead on my shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're an angel and I don't know why you put up with me, fine. Now are you going to get drunk with me or not?"
"You know why I put up with you." I smiled. I moved in to kiss his temple, but he snapped his head up, lips meeting mine.
"Ha." He grinned. "Caught you."
"You sneak." I pushed him back over to the couch and put the radio on. "Sit down, I'm making tea."
"There's a bottle of red in your pantry, it's from me."
I let the tea go for the time being and found the wine he mentioned, which I didn't remember him bringing in, but then, 'twas ever his way... He had his knees tucked up under his chin when I came back with the glasses.
"What was it this time?" I asked.
"Oh, you know."
I had a feeling I did. Even if I was wrong, I didn't need to make him say it. Poor dear's damaged his pride enough past couple of days, I suppose. His reputation. Everything, really.
"It'll all be all right." I patted his hand.
"Did you just lie to me?"
"I did not." I huffed. "I don't lie."
He smirked sideways at me before draining his glass.
"I didn't. I mean, it will be. It has to be. Everything will turn out for the best, because that's what things do."
"Not for me."
"Pish tosh. Things are always turning out for you."
"Maybe not this time."
I topped his glass off. "We are living in the best of all possible worlds. It's a depressing thought sometimes, I'll grant you, but in the end, everything goes according to plan."
"Not your plan. Not my plan."
"I don't make plans." I said. "Well, dinner plans, budgeting, that sort of thing, but I don't make big plans." I waved an airy hand. "That sort of thing is just... taken care of."
"Seriously." He put his glass down and scooted towards me, not quite touching. "Why do you put up with me?"
"I told you Saturday last." I felt the disturbing need to blush about this. "I just-- do. I mean, I like you. We get on. We... Things between us are... Comfortable. And you're not really so bad, and I'm not really so, I don't... You know, this isn't so easy when we might not die at any second!"
He threw his head back and laughed. Laughed! After all this fuss and moodiness, he laughs.
"That's true." He leaned against me again. "I don't even remember what I said... I remember it was cool."
I rolled my eyes. "You would remember you said something cool regardless. That's mental editing."
"No, I was really cool."
"Some things... Things like us... Well, we don't really need explaining, do we? Just between us we don't."
"Or can't we be explained?"
"Some things can't be." I said. My voice came out in a sort of a whisper, and I realized our faces were very close again.
The Forces' Sweetheart was on-- we registered the still-playing music at the same time, and to my surprise a small smile curled at his lips.
"Our homeward tread, was just as light, as the tapdancing feet of Astaire..." He murmured.
"I thought your tastes ran more modern."
"This one makes me think of you." He shrugged. "Don't even as me why, all right?"
"All right." I slid my arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.
No, some things can't be explained. And some things don't need to be.
~~~FINIS~~~
~Glas