fic: on the edge of my breath (gl, rps - crystal chappell/jessica leccia)
Title: On The Edge Of My Breath
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 325
Summary: Everyone is running around. Except for you two, on this little bench, in front of this quaint farmhouse.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
You don’t mind the late hours and the freezing winter of Peapack. But you may have reached your threshold for pain.
It’s late and you’re yawning, because something went wrong with the lights and the cameras, and you’re both sitting on the porch. Just waiting. Sure, they bundle you up, but you’re still so cold, and you can’t help the shivering. Your body is spasming gently every few seconds, and then you feel it.
Her arm is closing around your shoulders, and she’s pulling you closer. And you’re shaking harder even while her body heat is quickly enveloping you. You look at her, but she’s just staring straight ahead, eyes drooping slightly. Fingers grip your waist. Squeezing.
And so you turn your body towards her, and the bench creaks under you in the freezing air, but you can barely hear it above the noise everyone else is making. Everyone is running around. Except for you two, on this little bench, in front of this quaint farmhouse.
Your eyes are sliding shut, but you keep forcing them open with effort you didn’t know you had. Each time is a new scene in front of you. The camera man is tilting backwards. The lights are being repositioned. The world is slowly tilting to the left. And your head is resting on her shoulder.
So you nuzzle closer, because she’s comfortable, and she smells nice, and her hand is stroking your lower back slowly. And you feel a little lightheaded, so you reach your hand out. Just a bit. Just until your fingertips are touching her leg. Just until you can brush against the fabric.
Your nose is pressing into her shoulder, into her wool peacoat, and hers is buried in your hair. And you can feel her breathing deeply even though you can’t see it. A small, sleepy groan comes out from your throat while you shift closer.
And for once you really don’t feel the cold.
Author: ripptyd
Rating: PG
Fandom: GL - CC & JL (RPF)
Word Count: 325
Summary: Everyone is running around. Except for you two, on this little bench, in front of this quaint farmhouse.
Author's Note: If you don't like RPF/S, then don't read it. Seriously.
You don’t mind the late hours and the freezing winter of Peapack. But you may have reached your threshold for pain.
It’s late and you’re yawning, because something went wrong with the lights and the cameras, and you’re both sitting on the porch. Just waiting. Sure, they bundle you up, but you’re still so cold, and you can’t help the shivering. Your body is spasming gently every few seconds, and then you feel it.
Her arm is closing around your shoulders, and she’s pulling you closer. And you’re shaking harder even while her body heat is quickly enveloping you. You look at her, but she’s just staring straight ahead, eyes drooping slightly. Fingers grip your waist. Squeezing.
And so you turn your body towards her, and the bench creaks under you in the freezing air, but you can barely hear it above the noise everyone else is making. Everyone is running around. Except for you two, on this little bench, in front of this quaint farmhouse.
Your eyes are sliding shut, but you keep forcing them open with effort you didn’t know you had. Each time is a new scene in front of you. The camera man is tilting backwards. The lights are being repositioned. The world is slowly tilting to the left. And your head is resting on her shoulder.
So you nuzzle closer, because she’s comfortable, and she smells nice, and her hand is stroking your lower back slowly. And you feel a little lightheaded, so you reach your hand out. Just a bit. Just until your fingertips are touching her leg. Just until you can brush against the fabric.
Your nose is pressing into her shoulder, into her wool peacoat, and hers is buried in your hair. And you can feel her breathing deeply even though you can’t see it. A small, sleepy groan comes out from your throat while you shift closer.
And for once you really don’t feel the cold.