The last Night
Language: English
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Rating: none
Disclaimer: I am not Annie Proulx and sadly I never will be her - so all recognition for the wonderful original characters Ennis and Jack belongs to her and her alone. I am only borrowing these two heros and I will give them back, I promise. Obviously I make no money from my story, I’m just passing the time.
Dedication: For tizi17 and poppyhoney_67. My deepest thank to both of you !
Summary: Drabble | Canon: Their last night together... *sigh*. The thought of it is still heartbreaking - at least for me...
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The last Night
The fire crackled and illuminated the starlit night, created a magical circle of light on the solitary clearance, throwing trembling shadows onto the little tent - a tiny evidence of human civilisation in a majestic solitude somewhere deep in the Rockies.
The wind blew cold over from the lake, playing with the canvas whose fluttering sound mingled softly with the sounds from inside the tent.
Soft whispering of unintelligible words, metal clang of belts, the scraping of zippers, the rustling of falling clothes.
Muffled moaning, the rhythmical slapping of naked flesh and finally two releasing cries echoing clearly and alive to the night sky.
Then silence.
From a second to long minutes.
Again the rustling of clothes with the sharp zipper scraping of the sleeping bags, whispered words... and then the calm and regular breathing of two people that found their peace in the dark of the night, sleeping together tightly embraced towards their last day together without knowing they would never again hold each other in their arms.
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Rating: none
Disclaimer: I am not Annie Proulx and sadly I never will be her - so all recognition for the wonderful original characters Ennis and Jack belongs to her and her alone. I am only borrowing these two heros and I will give them back, I promise. Obviously I make no money from my story, I’m just passing the time.
Dedication: For tizi17 and poppyhoney_67. My deepest thank to both of you !
Summary: Drabble | Canon: Their last night together... *sigh*. The thought of it is still heartbreaking - at least for me...
* * * *
The last Night
The fire crackled and illuminated the starlit night, created a magical circle of light on the solitary clearance, throwing trembling shadows onto the little tent - a tiny evidence of human civilisation in a majestic solitude somewhere deep in the Rockies.
The wind blew cold over from the lake, playing with the canvas whose fluttering sound mingled softly with the sounds from inside the tent.
Soft whispering of unintelligible words, metal clang of belts, the scraping of zippers, the rustling of falling clothes.
Muffled moaning, the rhythmical slapping of naked flesh and finally two releasing cries echoing clearly and alive to the night sky.
Then silence.
From a second to long minutes.
Again the rustling of clothes with the sharp zipper scraping of the sleeping bags, whispered words... and then the calm and regular breathing of two people that found their peace in the dark of the night, sleeping together tightly embraced towards their last day together without knowing they would never again hold each other in their arms.