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FIC: your journey's been etched onto your skin

Oct 17, 2011 07:53

Title: your journey's been etched onto your skin
Rating: R
Characters: Helen Magnus/Will Zimmerman
Summary: he has spent three years trying to unravel her. She has had him unraveled since before they met
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missparker October 16 2011, 22:31:15 UTC

AHHHHH YOU WROTE HELEN/WILL. :D:D:D

tendre_posion October 16 2011, 22:32:30 UTC

LET US PLEASE NOTE THIS IS A GEN FIC, NOT A SHIP FIC.

okay i wrote helen/will

missparker October 16 2011, 22:33:59 UTC

splitting haaaaaairs and it was only gen because they didn't make out BUT I COULD TELL HE WANTED TO OH BOY OH BOY.

tendre_posion October 16 2011, 22:34:55 UTC

they totally made out after she finished her tea.

missparker October 16 2011, 22:36:13 UTC

unf.

tendre_posion October 17 2011, 00:33:01 UTC

He sits quietly on the sofa, just observing her. He knows that his watching her doesn’t go unnoticed by her, but it has become a habit that he just can’t shake. He made a life out of observing people, and she is not exempt from that. They sit in silence as she finishes her tea, and he notices that the lipstick that was this morning a pink shimmer is no longer. He watches her tap perfectly manicured nails (when does she find time to go and do that?) against the cup as she drains the last of the cup. He watches her as she goes to the bookshelf and grabs not a book, but an album, and places it in his hands as she sits next to him on the sofa. He flips it open to a page in the middle to find a photograph marked

“H. Magnus & R. Parks, 1957”

He knows the purpose of the album is not for questions, but for answers. He places the closed album on the table next to her empty teacup. He studies her for a moment, and she does the same. She hasn’t changed a bit since that night in the rain outside the hospital (he has changed immeasurably). His ( ... )

endlesswonder October 17 2011, 00:45:55 UTC

I...cannot condone the subject matter. But it's for a good cause (ie. making missparker happy), and the writing is beautiful.

cata_clysmiic October 17 2011, 01:41:09 UTC

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YOU CAN TOO CONDONE IT. YOU CAN CONDONE IT HARD AND FAST AND HOT AND SWEET

ahkna October 17 2011, 00:52:39 UTC

Michelle. MICHELLE. Seriously. Why are you so good at this?

This is exactly the kind of fic that I love and you've written it so nicely. You don't need an excess of words to just get to the heart of the matter, and I love that.

cata_clysmiic October 17 2011, 01:39:54 UTC

DEAR GOD LORD JESUS IT IS PERFECT, AMEN

tendre_posion October 17 2011, 01:41:37 UTC

Dear god help everyone, but there is porn coming.

cata_clysmiic October 17 2011, 01:44:41 UTC

gimme. GIVE. ME.

Dear lord, please forgive me tendre_posion October 17 2011, 02:00:38 UTC

He stretches out on his bed (standard bachelor décor) and slowly flips through the album she gave him. The photos slowly go from black and white to colour, and he doesn’t recognize all of the faces and names. There are photos of her with all the members of The Five throughout history. He notices that there is one with James, dated during the war and for the first time sees that her hair is short and a coppery red. He thinks he prefers it as it is now.

By the time he finishes examining all the photos, it is well past 2am. He still isn’t sure what she meant by a few, so he gathers up the album and pads barefoot and in pyjama pants and a t-shirt to her office, only to find the lights out. He passes through all the corridors up to her bedroom (it’s more like an entire wing), and finds her door ajar. He knocks quietly (he does have manners) before entering. There is a light shining out of the bathroom door (also ajar), and he calls out to her ( ... )

Re: Dear lord, please forgive me tendre_posion October 17 2011, 02:00:57 UTC

There is nothing rushed about any of this, and they are both hyper-aware of each other (she has not been able to have children in a long time, he had his last blood test two weeks ago). He wants to spend an age mapping out every part of her (she has a smattering of freckles on her right hip, and a birth mark on the inside of the same thigh) and a moment passes where he wonders how many others have spent nights like this. He kisses the birth mark on her thigh and moves up slowly, fingers following the same path as his mouth on the opposite side. His eyes meet hers before sliding two fingers into her slowly, and he feels her clench around them, before closing his lips over her clit. It doesn’t surprise him that she is relatively quiet. Not silent by any means, but gives noises of encouragement and want. She threads a hand into his hair as she comes, his fingers pushing up into her. He spots kisses over her hips, stomach, breasts and shoulders as he works up to her lips ( ... )

Re: Dear lord, please forgive me missparker October 17 2011, 02:41:32 UTC

oh see now you've really done it because i'm gonna want you to write porn for me all the time. LOVELY. hot. delightful. unf. thank you.

Re: Dear lord, please forgive me tendre_posion October 17 2011, 02:46:17 UTC

Pretty much the highest praise ever ♥

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