B/K Drabble: Love and Paper Cuts 1/1
Title: Love and Paper Cuts 1/1
Fandom: 24
Characters: Bill/Karen
Prompt: #17- Paper Cut
Word Count: 750
Rating: 14A
Summary: In her mind, that was the watershed moment in their relationship. Her whole outlook was about to change..
Author's Notes: Nothing really to say on this one except: ENJOY!!
At forty five years old Karen had never had so much fun in her life, until she met Bill Buchanan. Strange, since he was a man that at first glance did not strike people as being anything more than serious and straight laced. But now looking back on their courtship she realized how wrong she had been. It had been wonderful, romantic and at the same time it gave her a stability she never realized was missing. There were many moments where she still could recall every tiny detail, even though it was nearly seven years ago. Various memories of nervous dates, first kiss, first public display of affection, and of course the day they decided to no longer go out of their way to hide their relationship. But of all the memories that those first months provided, the one that lingered in her mind the most was the moment she first realized she was in love.
It was an unconventional moment but so were they. She didn’t swoon with adoration the first time he held her hand in public. She didn’t soft with affection when he brought her soup and watched some chick flick with her while she was sick. And while admittedly great, she didn’t melt with passion the first time they made love. It wasn’t even the day when he reformatted her hard drive for her and she realized, for the first time in her life, that just maybe she did need someone after all.
Yet she couldn’t-didn’t- deny that all of these gestures contributed to the climactic moment when she realized she was his forever. No, that moment was much simpler that all of those other ‘milestone’ moments.
It had started with a meeting between Division, Homeland, and CTU. Sitting in a meeting with thirteen other people had been stressful and frustrating, until one of her colleagues said something that sharpened her attention. Looking over to Bill to see his reaction she found him to be doing the same thing with her. Their eyes connected for a brief second before turning their respective attentions back to the front. But it was still the intensity of that moment, that they both thought to think of the other, made her feel that perhaps they shared a deeper relation than she had noticed.
Distracted, they both headed back to his office afterwards to finish the reports from the Logan crisis. Sitting on the couch, she was flipping through testimonies when she let out a sharp gasp.
“Shit,” she cried, shaking her hand. She hated paper cuts; they stung like hell and were hard to heal especially when constantly dealing with paper. Though she supposed she should be grateful since a paper cut was the most hazardous thing that could happen to her on the job, unlike most agents.
But before she could properly assess the damage caused she felt her hand being enveloped in his. The warmth of his hand was instantly comforting and she looked up at him; he had his glasses on looking at the small incision left on her index finger.
“Hmm,” he mumbled. “Not bleeding, I bet it stings though.” And sooner than she could confirm this to be true, he kissed her finger and for a fleeting second ran the tip of his tongue slightly over the cut. The stinging was instantly quelled but her heart was still racing.
“I think I have a band-aid here somewhere, it’ll take longer to heal otherwise.” He got up without waiting for her response in search of first aid, which looking back was probably best since in that moment she had become so overtaken with emotion.
It was the simplest gesture, tiny, and to others it would seem insignificant or perhaps even strange. And she wasn’t sure if it was the action itself that made her quiver or the naturalness in which he did it. Though it didn’t matter because it was upon his return, with a band-aid in hand, he began to attend to her finger that she wanted to blurt out ‘I love you’ and hand her heart over to him. She opted for kissing him soundly, however, and waited another two weeks for making her confession when she was more in control of her emotions.
In her mind, that was the watershed moment in their relationship. Her whole outlook was about to change and deep down Karen knew that she would never quite feel the same about life, love, or paper cuts ever again.
Fandom: 24
Characters: Bill/Karen
Prompt: #17- Paper Cut
Word Count: 750
Rating: 14A
Summary: In her mind, that was the watershed moment in their relationship. Her whole outlook was about to change..
Author's Notes: Nothing really to say on this one except: ENJOY!!
At forty five years old Karen had never had so much fun in her life, until she met Bill Buchanan. Strange, since he was a man that at first glance did not strike people as being anything more than serious and straight laced. But now looking back on their courtship she realized how wrong she had been. It had been wonderful, romantic and at the same time it gave her a stability she never realized was missing. There were many moments where she still could recall every tiny detail, even though it was nearly seven years ago. Various memories of nervous dates, first kiss, first public display of affection, and of course the day they decided to no longer go out of their way to hide their relationship. But of all the memories that those first months provided, the one that lingered in her mind the most was the moment she first realized she was in love.
It was an unconventional moment but so were they. She didn’t swoon with adoration the first time he held her hand in public. She didn’t soft with affection when he brought her soup and watched some chick flick with her while she was sick. And while admittedly great, she didn’t melt with passion the first time they made love. It wasn’t even the day when he reformatted her hard drive for her and she realized, for the first time in her life, that just maybe she did need someone after all.
Yet she couldn’t-didn’t- deny that all of these gestures contributed to the climactic moment when she realized she was his forever. No, that moment was much simpler that all of those other ‘milestone’ moments.
It had started with a meeting between Division, Homeland, and CTU. Sitting in a meeting with thirteen other people had been stressful and frustrating, until one of her colleagues said something that sharpened her attention. Looking over to Bill to see his reaction she found him to be doing the same thing with her. Their eyes connected for a brief second before turning their respective attentions back to the front. But it was still the intensity of that moment, that they both thought to think of the other, made her feel that perhaps they shared a deeper relation than she had noticed.
Distracted, they both headed back to his office afterwards to finish the reports from the Logan crisis. Sitting on the couch, she was flipping through testimonies when she let out a sharp gasp.
“Shit,” she cried, shaking her hand. She hated paper cuts; they stung like hell and were hard to heal especially when constantly dealing with paper. Though she supposed she should be grateful since a paper cut was the most hazardous thing that could happen to her on the job, unlike most agents.
But before she could properly assess the damage caused she felt her hand being enveloped in his. The warmth of his hand was instantly comforting and she looked up at him; he had his glasses on looking at the small incision left on her index finger.
“Hmm,” he mumbled. “Not bleeding, I bet it stings though.” And sooner than she could confirm this to be true, he kissed her finger and for a fleeting second ran the tip of his tongue slightly over the cut. The stinging was instantly quelled but her heart was still racing.
“I think I have a band-aid here somewhere, it’ll take longer to heal otherwise.” He got up without waiting for her response in search of first aid, which looking back was probably best since in that moment she had become so overtaken with emotion.
It was the simplest gesture, tiny, and to others it would seem insignificant or perhaps even strange. And she wasn’t sure if it was the action itself that made her quiver or the naturalness in which he did it. Though it didn’t matter because it was upon his return, with a band-aid in hand, he began to attend to her finger that she wanted to blurt out ‘I love you’ and hand her heart over to him. She opted for kissing him soundly, however, and waited another two weeks for making her confession when she was more in control of her emotions.
In her mind, that was the watershed moment in their relationship. Her whole outlook was about to change and deep down Karen knew that she would never quite feel the same about life, love, or paper cuts ever again.