once in a while comes and it fades away. don/juliet (mad men/lost), you're not my first, pg13colourmayfadeJanuary 18 2010, 12:09:00 UTC
Every once in a while he comes in the afternoon. Knocks on her door and Juliet lets him in, indulges him with a smile that says she wasn't doing anything. On those days, he smells worse than usual; she leaves the window open, but the smoke clings - not just to his clothes, to him.
He beckons her back to bed with an extended hand, lights up a cigarette and offers it to her though he knows she won't take it. Juliet melts into the sheets gladly, tells him with a serious face: "I heard that smoking kills, you know."
Don grimaces. "I read that somewhere."
Juliet smiles. Half of what he reads, he doesn't take seriously. Believes that words are strings pulled together by people like him, and words always serve a purpose. She can't blame him, can't bring herself to convince him otherwise. Truth does exist, they've only stopped searching.
Don runs a hand through her curls, his fingers get lost in the knots of her hair. He likes it messy, when she gets out of the shower and decides not to brush it, lets it fall where it may. No other woman he's been with has ever done that, allowed him to see her most rumpled self. The mask she wears runs beyond the way she looks.
(Betty is carefully pressed and folded and never leaves without a stain.)
Juliet doesn't use perfume either, not around him, and lets Don believe there's something refreshingly natural about her. She doesn't use perfume, but it's not for his benefit. She's sleeping with him already, she doesn't need to rub it in the other woman's face. It's just about all the kindness she can muster.
When he's at the door, Juliet runs a hand under his lapel, makes sure the edges of his suit are smooth. He looks at her as though she's a breed of a different kind and she doesn't even mind the comparison, or maybe she's just been in the 60's too long. There's something akin to irresistible about him; and of irresistible she's only ever met a handful. When he kisses her, Don makes sure it's not chaste and the taste of tobacco stays on her tongue. She has a sudden desire to brush her teeth.
Her back turned, she throws him a glance over her shoulder. "Have a nice day."
He's still standing there, brow slightly furrowed. "You too."
She's never looking when he leaves. He doesn't ask her about it, she doesn't ask anything about him - maybe that's why this works.
Re: once in a while comes and it fades away. don/juliet (mad men/lost), you're not my first, pg13colourmayfadeJanuary 19 2010, 00:43:25 UTC
♥ thank you!
lol, it wouldn't even have to be that magic - the island only missed the sixties by a few years! Maybe it's because they're my crack pairing of choice atm, but it seems completely possible to me!
Re: once in a while comes and it fades away. don/juliet (mad men/lost), you're not my first, pg13colourmayfadeJanuary 19 2010, 00:46:27 UTC
Haha! When the prompt stood out to me, it was like being struck by lightening... I just kind of went of course these two go together! They're my favorite crack pairing right now.
He beckons her back to bed with an extended hand, lights up a cigarette and offers it to her though he knows she won't take it. Juliet melts into the sheets gladly, tells him with a serious face: "I heard that smoking kills, you know."
Don grimaces. "I read that somewhere."
Juliet smiles. Half of what he reads, he doesn't take seriously. Believes that words are strings pulled together by people like him, and words always serve a purpose. She can't blame him, can't bring herself to convince him otherwise. Truth does exist, they've only stopped searching.
Don runs a hand through her curls, his fingers get lost in the knots of her hair. He likes it messy, when she gets out of the shower and decides not to brush it, lets it fall where it may. No other woman he's been with has ever done that, allowed him to see her most rumpled self. The mask she wears runs beyond the way she looks.
(Betty is carefully pressed and folded and never leaves without a stain.)
Juliet doesn't use perfume either, not around him, and lets Don believe there's something refreshingly natural about her. She doesn't use perfume, but it's not for his benefit. She's sleeping with him already, she doesn't need to rub it in the other woman's face. It's just about all the kindness she can muster.
When he's at the door, Juliet runs a hand under his lapel, makes sure the edges of his suit are smooth. He looks at her as though she's a breed of a different kind and she doesn't even mind the comparison, or maybe she's just been in the 60's too long. There's something akin to irresistible about him; and of irresistible she's only ever met a handful. When he kisses her, Don makes sure it's not chaste and the taste of tobacco stays on her tongue. She has a sudden desire to brush her teeth.
Her back turned, she throws him a glance over her shoulder. "Have a nice day."
He's still standing there, brow slightly furrowed. "You too."
She's never looking when he leaves. He doesn't ask her about it, she doesn't ask anything about him - maybe that's why this works.
One day he will stop coming.
Some days, she thinks she might even care.
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If Juliet magically landed in the 60s and met Don this is exactly what would happen.
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lol, it wouldn't even have to be that magic - the island only missed the sixties by a few years! Maybe it's because they're my crack pairing of choice atm, but it seems completely possible to me!
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This is amazing.
They are both SO in character and it just works wonderfully. I think I've found a new pairing to love.
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Thanks for the kind words!
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