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Title: Keeping your wits
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters/Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Prompt: Curse
Rating: PG-17
Summary: Blair contemplates what it would mean to have a sentinel's senses.
It was hard for Blair to imagine what it was like for Jim. People often though themselves overwhelmed by a lover but for his partner, that had to be true. How was it possible any other way? His senses were so heightened that how must it be for him when they were alone in the bedroom, the door closed and the world closed off to no one but the two of them. When Blair thought about it that way, it made so much sense that Jim would just suddenly drag him to a quiet place and take him. When you could scent pheremones from across town, and could hear the sound of boxers against jeans, how could someone deny the lust they felt?
Laying there in the dark beside Jim, Blair thought about what it must be like for his lover. To always know by scent and sound if Blair was aroused, or asleep, or... anything. Was there any surprises left between them, or did Jim know it all based on the sound of Blair's heart, the way he moved, and the change in temperature of his skin? Was it difficult living that way, or easier because it then he always knew what the best course of action was?
Shifting to push himself up on one elbow, Blair stared down at Jim's face in the shadows of the room. In that moment he wished he could do the same. Blair wished he could look at his lover and know by the curve of his mouth, the scent of his breath, what it was he wanted and desired. Never making a wrong move, never thinking it was sex when it was dinner. If Blair could use sentinel senses, even just with Jim, it would save so much trouble because he wouldn't have to worry about misjudging his partner again.
Taking a deep breath, Blair could smell a lot. The lingering aromas of dinner, the smell of the fruit scented shampoo that Blair used and Jim wouldn't, the slightly woodsy scent of the outdoors and the rain starting to fall. He knew that Jim could smell so much more than that. The cotton of the sheets, what sort of trees had gone into bloom and the exhaust of the car that just went past outside their window. Jim could differentiate between when Blair used the Strawberry Splash conditioner and the Fruit Blend that had strawberry. Blair couldn't tell them apart even when he looked at the bottles.
Closing his eyes, Blair took another breath. Nothing had changed. The same scents, the same room. He kept his eyes closed, still leaning over his lover as he tied to differentiate in scents. The room smelled musky but he wanted to be able to tell the difference between what was his scent, and that which was Jim. Jim would know the difference.
Blair breathed deep and slow, zen breathing like he did for meditation. Shifting, lowering his head more, he sniffed along Jim's chest and down along his abs. He could tell Jim's scent then, up close, when all he could smell was his partner. It was like immersing himself in Jim, sinking so far into that scent that it was all he could smell. Nothing more than Jim. His skin, his scent, his...
"Chief?"
Blair went still, keeping his eyes closed. "Yeah, Jim?"
"What're you doing?"
"Uhmm, sniffing you?" He hadn't meant to ask it but the words came out with a lilt on the end.
"That's what I thought. Go to sleep, Chief."
"Yes, Jim." Blair lowered his head where he was, resting his cheek to the curve of Jim's hip, and he slept.
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters/Pairing: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Prompt: Curse
Rating: PG-17
Summary: Blair contemplates what it would mean to have a sentinel's senses.
It was hard for Blair to imagine what it was like for Jim. People often though themselves overwhelmed by a lover but for his partner, that had to be true. How was it possible any other way? His senses were so heightened that how must it be for him when they were alone in the bedroom, the door closed and the world closed off to no one but the two of them. When Blair thought about it that way, it made so much sense that Jim would just suddenly drag him to a quiet place and take him. When you could scent pheremones from across town, and could hear the sound of boxers against jeans, how could someone deny the lust they felt?
Laying there in the dark beside Jim, Blair thought about what it must be like for his lover. To always know by scent and sound if Blair was aroused, or asleep, or... anything. Was there any surprises left between them, or did Jim know it all based on the sound of Blair's heart, the way he moved, and the change in temperature of his skin? Was it difficult living that way, or easier because it then he always knew what the best course of action was?
Shifting to push himself up on one elbow, Blair stared down at Jim's face in the shadows of the room. In that moment he wished he could do the same. Blair wished he could look at his lover and know by the curve of his mouth, the scent of his breath, what it was he wanted and desired. Never making a wrong move, never thinking it was sex when it was dinner. If Blair could use sentinel senses, even just with Jim, it would save so much trouble because he wouldn't have to worry about misjudging his partner again.
Taking a deep breath, Blair could smell a lot. The lingering aromas of dinner, the smell of the fruit scented shampoo that Blair used and Jim wouldn't, the slightly woodsy scent of the outdoors and the rain starting to fall. He knew that Jim could smell so much more than that. The cotton of the sheets, what sort of trees had gone into bloom and the exhaust of the car that just went past outside their window. Jim could differentiate between when Blair used the Strawberry Splash conditioner and the Fruit Blend that had strawberry. Blair couldn't tell them apart even when he looked at the bottles.
Closing his eyes, Blair took another breath. Nothing had changed. The same scents, the same room. He kept his eyes closed, still leaning over his lover as he tied to differentiate in scents. The room smelled musky but he wanted to be able to tell the difference between what was his scent, and that which was Jim. Jim would know the difference.
Blair breathed deep and slow, zen breathing like he did for meditation. Shifting, lowering his head more, he sniffed along Jim's chest and down along his abs. He could tell Jim's scent then, up close, when all he could smell was his partner. It was like immersing himself in Jim, sinking so far into that scent that it was all he could smell. Nothing more than Jim. His skin, his scent, his...
"Chief?"
Blair went still, keeping his eyes closed. "Yeah, Jim?"
"What're you doing?"
"Uhmm, sniffing you?" He hadn't meant to ask it but the words came out with a lilt on the end.
"That's what I thought. Go to sleep, Chief."
"Yes, Jim." Blair lowered his head where he was, resting his cheek to the curve of Jim's hip, and he slept.