Lovers 100 : Awake
Title: Awake
Summery: Beckett stands awake, looking out the window.
Prompt: 065. Bed
Pairing: Beckoves
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
There were so many things to be done. Orders to look over, cargo to have checked, merchants to be dealt with and paid off, if necessary, which was becoming more and more frequent.
Beckett stared out the window towards the sea, the sound of waves the only thing breaking the silence of the dead of night. He rubbed his eyes, mentally trying to go over what was to be done in the following day.
There was a rustling from the bed behind him. He turned slowly, arms remaining folded across his chest.
Theodore raised his head sleepily, hand reaching and feeling for the warmth that had left him, and the empty place next to him. He squinted into the darkness, looking towards the window and the darkened figure there.
“Cutler… come back to bed.”
He felt a small smile come to his face as he walked silently back to the bed and slid underneath the covers. He lifted his arm and laid it gently around his lover’s sleepy form.
Theodore relaxed again, resting his head on Beckett’s chest. He fell asleep as Beckett lightly drew his hand up and down his bare arm absentmindedly.
Groves was his First Lieutenant.
It was not the first time he had pondered on the questionable subject. He was not only authority; he was his authority, his direct authority. He had many others under his command, but was not involved with them, only Theodore. The younger man -he forced himself not to think of him as a boy, he wasn’t that much younger than himself- was certainly old enough to know what he was doing. He told him it had nothing to do with rank, and he knew it to be true.
He was a man who trusted few in this world, even less truly, but the look in Theodore’s brown eyes drew him in instantly, and he followed him blindly.
It was unbecoming, for a Lord such as himself, to take and be taken by their own Lieutenant.
Theodore murmured in his sleep and cuddled closer.
Beckett looked down at the sleeping figure in his arms. He smiled. No… It didn’t matter. He shifted to lie down next to him, from his sitting position, and gazed silently at him. A hand slowly stroked the loose strands of long, brown hair.
It may have been another sleepless night, but it was not wasted, like so many others before it.
Summery: Beckett stands awake, looking out the window.
Prompt: 065. Bed
Pairing: Beckoves
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
There were so many things to be done. Orders to look over, cargo to have checked, merchants to be dealt with and paid off, if necessary, which was becoming more and more frequent.
Beckett stared out the window towards the sea, the sound of waves the only thing breaking the silence of the dead of night. He rubbed his eyes, mentally trying to go over what was to be done in the following day.
There was a rustling from the bed behind him. He turned slowly, arms remaining folded across his chest.
Theodore raised his head sleepily, hand reaching and feeling for the warmth that had left him, and the empty place next to him. He squinted into the darkness, looking towards the window and the darkened figure there.
“Cutler… come back to bed.”
He felt a small smile come to his face as he walked silently back to the bed and slid underneath the covers. He lifted his arm and laid it gently around his lover’s sleepy form.
Theodore relaxed again, resting his head on Beckett’s chest. He fell asleep as Beckett lightly drew his hand up and down his bare arm absentmindedly.
Groves was his First Lieutenant.
It was not the first time he had pondered on the questionable subject. He was not only authority; he was his authority, his direct authority. He had many others under his command, but was not involved with them, only Theodore. The younger man -he forced himself not to think of him as a boy, he wasn’t that much younger than himself- was certainly old enough to know what he was doing. He told him it had nothing to do with rank, and he knew it to be true.
He was a man who trusted few in this world, even less truly, but the look in Theodore’s brown eyes drew him in instantly, and he followed him blindly.
It was unbecoming, for a Lord such as himself, to take and be taken by their own Lieutenant.
Theodore murmured in his sleep and cuddled closer.
Beckett looked down at the sleeping figure in his arms. He smiled. No… It didn’t matter. He shifted to lie down next to him, from his sitting position, and gazed silently at him. A hand slowly stroked the loose strands of long, brown hair.
It may have been another sleepless night, but it was not wasted, like so many others before it.