{ Lullaby }

Jun 25, 2010 18:05

 Lullaby
S8; Ros Myers, Andrew Lawrence
There are times she can scarce believe it.


Beauty, midnight, vision dies
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head

- 'Lullaby' by W.H Auden
"Ros, come back to bed."
"In a moment."

-

She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the cheval glass that rests against the far wall, to the left of her bed. She is pale, and appears ghost-like in the dim light, a true 'spook.' Ros reaches upward, brushing away an errant lock of hair away from her forehead, and her nightgown stretches over her skin, something she will become accustomed to sooner than she likes to admit. Turning side-on, she examines herself, noting the sharp lines of her body. Her hand comes to rest on her stomach, flat and hard, and she finds herself imagining what it would be like to feel a roundness rather than muscle. She has never thought about it before, never considered it, yet now...

Ros blinks, splays her fingers.

It seems remarkable, and she can scarce believe it herself on occasion, then she feels movement, a 'kick.' A breeze blows, making the curtains rustle, and she shivers in the cold wind and folds her arms over her chest.

"Ros..."

She looks to the bed, sees him sitting upright. It is a silent request, one to which she acquiesces, and she crosses the short distance to the bed and slides beneath the covers. They are warm from his body heat, and she lets herself relax. He pulls her towards him, and she is unsurprised when he presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before he rests his hand against her stomach, ever protective. She rests her hand over his, gently entwining her fingers through his as she closes her eyes, letting herself surrender to the tiredness she so often ignores.

She doesn't dream.
 

fanfiction:spooks, andrew lawrence, ros myers, pairing:ros/andrew, genre:romance

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