Fic: Song of Solace
Title:Song of Solace
Author: elysium1996
Prompt: Passion
Pairing/Characters: Don/OFC, OFC
Rating/Category: R -some nudity
Spoilers: (if applicable)Season 4-Black Swan
Summary: Another case, another day, what keeps Don afloat is his family.
Notes/Warnings: Thank you to my beta bubblelsayer and mercilynn and jlm010108 for first reading. Any other mistakes are certainly mine, written for fun and not profit. Song lyrics are from Sweet Baby James by James Taylor and suggested by numb3rsnut. Could be considered part of my Ghost Woman series but can certainly be read as stand alone.
This fic was written for the Angst vs Schmoop Challenge at numb3rswriteoff. After you’ve read the fic, please rate it by voting in the poll located here. (Your vote will be anonymous.) Rate the fic on a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being the best) using the following criteria: how well the fic fit the prompt, how angsty [or schmoopy] the fic was, and how well you enjoyed the fic. When you’re done, please check out the other challenge fic at numb3rswriteoff. Thank you!
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It was after nine o’clock when Don pulled into the drive way and shut off the ignition. He sat in the car for maybe ten minutes before he made his way inside. It had been a long day, and all Don could hear were Megan’s words echoing in his ears, that he was walking a very thin line holding Meechum, even though the domestic terrorism charge was panning out. He wasn’t proud of who he’d become since the Crystal Hoyle case, but part of him knew he’d always been on this path. At times he seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss, and he only stayed afloat because he had to, he had to for his team and his family. He thought about all the changes that had come about over the last year, how his family had grown, it wasn't just his dad, Charlie and his team anymore. He now had a wife and child, two other people that he had to stay afloat for.
He rubbed his face and stepped out of the car, trying to put the day behind him. He wanted nothing more than to go inside, kiss his daughter and crawl into bed next to his wife.
He looked up and frowned when he saw the light in his daughter’s room was still on at this hour. Don stepped into his home and locked up behind himself. He flipped through the mail before locking his gun up in the safe and taking his jacket off, tossing it on the back of one of the dining room chairs. Don’s weariness increased as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, his usual self doubts beginning to creep into his thoughts.
Don rubbed his face in annoyance before he heard the sounds of his daughter’s cries upstairs. He felt concern rise in his chest, pushing everything else aside, and made his way upstairs two steps at a time. Don found his wife holding his daughter, trying to soothe the infant. She was patting Maggie’s back, and humming softly to her.
Don looked into Elle’s eyes and saw warmth and love there, tinged with weariness.
She said, “I didn’t think you would be home.”
He rubbed his face before answering, “Yeah.”
She switched the infant to the other side. “I missed you.”
“Me too. Is everything all right, she’s up late?”
She sighed. “She’s cutting a new tooth. I’ve been trying for the last hour to get her to sleep.”
Maggie lifted her head up and mewled the most pathetic sound in Don’s direction.
He felt everything that had been bothering him just ebb away, replaced by concern for his child. He put out his arms to take her saying, “Here let me try.”
“Don, I know it’s been a long day for you. I’ll get her to settle down sooner,” she added with a small smile, “or later.”
Don reached out and touched his wife’s face. “It was, but I want to. I,” he paused, “I need too.”
Elle nodded her understanding at what was going on in Don’s head, before kissing her daughter’s forehead and placing the baby in Don’s outstreatched arms. “Good luck.”
Don smiled gently and walked into the nursery. He began to hum a tune, his daughter snuggled against his chest while he rubbed her back.
Don sang softly, his infant daughter cradled against his chest.
“And as the moon rises, he sits by his fire,
thinking about women,
and glasses of beer.
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire,
he sings out a song which is soft, but it's clear,
as if maybe someone could hear.
"Goodnight, you moonlight ladies.
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
won't you let me go down in my dreams,
and rock-a-bye sweet baby James”
He started to sing the next line while sneaking a peak down at her. At last he thought, she was finally asleep. He slowly inched his way up out of the rocking chair and made his way over to the crib. He held her briefly in his arms, brushing a light kiss on the top of her dark curls before gently placing her in the crib. Don crept out of the room, casting a quick look at the ten month old. He loved his daughter more than anything, but was glad she was finally asleep, a teething infant did not make for a good night sleep. He felt oddly at peace with himself, his earlier weariness gone and replaced with a second wind of energy.
He now had it all, a family of his own, a wife who knew him better than anyone, and a daughter who was the light that he clung to dearly when things were at their darkest.
Don started to make his way down the stairs when he heard his wife call to him to join her in their bedroom. He took his cell phone off his belt loop to check for missed calls as he stepped into his room.
“You need me,” he asked as he stepped into their bedroom. The lights were dimmed and his eyes settled on his wife lounging on the bed in a red neglegee.
She grinned, her finger tracing patterns on their bed quilt, “You could say that.” She patted the spot next to her saying, “How about you come and join me?”
Returning her grin Don closed the door behind him and swaggered his way over to the bed. “I think I can handle that.” He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her. “You have something in mind?”
Elle sat up on her knees and began to unbutton Don’s white-collar shirt. “I was thinking of you and me spending some quality time together, hmmm?”
“I like the sound of that.” Don trailed his fingertips over her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. He lowered his lips to slowly kiss his way up her neck.
She sighed against him, her hands dropping to his thighs. “Why don’t I finish helping you get out of these clothes?”
Don murmured in agreement his hands still skimming her skin. He watched her slowly divest him of his undershirt, his shoes, and then slide his pants off, all the while tantalizing him with glimpses of her cleavage and thighs.
She stood in front of him and ran her hands through his hair. “Your hair is getting long.”
“Yeah, I’ll get a cut in my spare time.”
“Nah I kind of like the curls, gives me something to grab on to.”
“Ohh, kinky,” he replied with a wink, making her giggle.
She said huskily,“Why don’t you slide under the covers and I’ll show you just how kinky.”
Don’s face broke out into a large smile. “Well all right then.” He slid under the soft sheets, pulling them up to his waist. “How about you slip that nightie off and then join me?”
She smiled shyly and glided the straps down off her shoulders allowing the garment to skim down her skin to the floor.
Don got quiet for a second as he gazed at his wife standing nude before him. He sometimes couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have someone like her. She was smart, funny, and stunningly beautiful. He wished it hadn’t taken him so long to find her.
Her voice was concerned when she asked, “Sweetheart, you okay?”
“Sorry, I’m fine. I was just thinking how beautiful you are. Come here.”
Elle pulled the covers up and slid in beside him.
He said again, “You’re so beautiful.” Then he kissed her, pulling her close to him, feeling her skin press against his.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Don.”
“I love you too.” He kissed her deeply, savoring her sweet lips. “ Let me show you how much.”
Author: elysium1996
Prompt: Passion
Pairing/Characters: Don/OFC, OFC
Rating/Category: R -some nudity
Spoilers: (if applicable)Season 4-Black Swan
Summary: Another case, another day, what keeps Don afloat is his family.
Notes/Warnings: Thank you to my beta bubblelsayer and mercilynn and jlm010108 for first reading. Any other mistakes are certainly mine, written for fun and not profit. Song lyrics are from Sweet Baby James by James Taylor and suggested by numb3rsnut. Could be considered part of my Ghost Woman series but can certainly be read as stand alone.
This fic was written for the Angst vs Schmoop Challenge at numb3rswriteoff. After you’ve read the fic, please rate it by voting in the poll located here. (Your vote will be anonymous.) Rate the fic on a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being the best) using the following criteria: how well the fic fit the prompt, how angsty [or schmoopy] the fic was, and how well you enjoyed the fic. When you’re done, please check out the other challenge fic at numb3rswriteoff. Thank you!
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It was after nine o’clock when Don pulled into the drive way and shut off the ignition. He sat in the car for maybe ten minutes before he made his way inside. It had been a long day, and all Don could hear were Megan’s words echoing in his ears, that he was walking a very thin line holding Meechum, even though the domestic terrorism charge was panning out. He wasn’t proud of who he’d become since the Crystal Hoyle case, but part of him knew he’d always been on this path. At times he seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss, and he only stayed afloat because he had to, he had to for his team and his family. He thought about all the changes that had come about over the last year, how his family had grown, it wasn't just his dad, Charlie and his team anymore. He now had a wife and child, two other people that he had to stay afloat for.
He rubbed his face and stepped out of the car, trying to put the day behind him. He wanted nothing more than to go inside, kiss his daughter and crawl into bed next to his wife.
He looked up and frowned when he saw the light in his daughter’s room was still on at this hour. Don stepped into his home and locked up behind himself. He flipped through the mail before locking his gun up in the safe and taking his jacket off, tossing it on the back of one of the dining room chairs. Don’s weariness increased as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, his usual self doubts beginning to creep into his thoughts.
Don rubbed his face in annoyance before he heard the sounds of his daughter’s cries upstairs. He felt concern rise in his chest, pushing everything else aside, and made his way upstairs two steps at a time. Don found his wife holding his daughter, trying to soothe the infant. She was patting Maggie’s back, and humming softly to her.
Don looked into Elle’s eyes and saw warmth and love there, tinged with weariness.
She said, “I didn’t think you would be home.”
He rubbed his face before answering, “Yeah.”
She switched the infant to the other side. “I missed you.”
“Me too. Is everything all right, she’s up late?”
She sighed. “She’s cutting a new tooth. I’ve been trying for the last hour to get her to sleep.”
Maggie lifted her head up and mewled the most pathetic sound in Don’s direction.
He felt everything that had been bothering him just ebb away, replaced by concern for his child. He put out his arms to take her saying, “Here let me try.”
“Don, I know it’s been a long day for you. I’ll get her to settle down sooner,” she added with a small smile, “or later.”
Don reached out and touched his wife’s face. “It was, but I want to. I,” he paused, “I need too.”
Elle nodded her understanding at what was going on in Don’s head, before kissing her daughter’s forehead and placing the baby in Don’s outstreatched arms. “Good luck.”
Don smiled gently and walked into the nursery. He began to hum a tune, his daughter snuggled against his chest while he rubbed her back.
Don sang softly, his infant daughter cradled against his chest.
“And as the moon rises, he sits by his fire,
thinking about women,
and glasses of beer.
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire,
he sings out a song which is soft, but it's clear,
as if maybe someone could hear.
"Goodnight, you moonlight ladies.
Rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
won't you let me go down in my dreams,
and rock-a-bye sweet baby James”
He started to sing the next line while sneaking a peak down at her. At last he thought, she was finally asleep. He slowly inched his way up out of the rocking chair and made his way over to the crib. He held her briefly in his arms, brushing a light kiss on the top of her dark curls before gently placing her in the crib. Don crept out of the room, casting a quick look at the ten month old. He loved his daughter more than anything, but was glad she was finally asleep, a teething infant did not make for a good night sleep. He felt oddly at peace with himself, his earlier weariness gone and replaced with a second wind of energy.
He now had it all, a family of his own, a wife who knew him better than anyone, and a daughter who was the light that he clung to dearly when things were at their darkest.
Don started to make his way down the stairs when he heard his wife call to him to join her in their bedroom. He took his cell phone off his belt loop to check for missed calls as he stepped into his room.
“You need me,” he asked as he stepped into their bedroom. The lights were dimmed and his eyes settled on his wife lounging on the bed in a red neglegee.
She grinned, her finger tracing patterns on their bed quilt, “You could say that.” She patted the spot next to her saying, “How about you come and join me?”
Returning her grin Don closed the door behind him and swaggered his way over to the bed. “I think I can handle that.” He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her. “You have something in mind?”
Elle sat up on her knees and began to unbutton Don’s white-collar shirt. “I was thinking of you and me spending some quality time together, hmmm?”
“I like the sound of that.” Don trailed his fingertips over her shoulder, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. He lowered his lips to slowly kiss his way up her neck.
She sighed against him, her hands dropping to his thighs. “Why don’t I finish helping you get out of these clothes?”
Don murmured in agreement his hands still skimming her skin. He watched her slowly divest him of his undershirt, his shoes, and then slide his pants off, all the while tantalizing him with glimpses of her cleavage and thighs.
She stood in front of him and ran her hands through his hair. “Your hair is getting long.”
“Yeah, I’ll get a cut in my spare time.”
“Nah I kind of like the curls, gives me something to grab on to.”
“Ohh, kinky,” he replied with a wink, making her giggle.
She said huskily,“Why don’t you slide under the covers and I’ll show you just how kinky.”
Don’s face broke out into a large smile. “Well all right then.” He slid under the soft sheets, pulling them up to his waist. “How about you slip that nightie off and then join me?”
She smiled shyly and glided the straps down off her shoulders allowing the garment to skim down her skin to the floor.
Don got quiet for a second as he gazed at his wife standing nude before him. He sometimes couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have someone like her. She was smart, funny, and stunningly beautiful. He wished it hadn’t taken him so long to find her.
Her voice was concerned when she asked, “Sweetheart, you okay?”
“Sorry, I’m fine. I was just thinking how beautiful you are. Come here.”
Elle pulled the covers up and slid in beside him.
He said again, “You’re so beautiful.” Then he kissed her, pulling her close to him, feeling her skin press against his.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Don.”
“I love you too.” He kissed her deeply, savoring her sweet lips. “ Let me show you how much.”