Fanfic!
Title: Interlude
Author: plazmah
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Havemercy
Pairing: Thom/Rook
Notes: I guess this is AC or AU, whatever you want to call it. Spoilers for the novel, of course. All characters belong to Jaidani (:D) and not to me. Also, this fic totally needs an R-rated sequel. ;)
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"you could say it started on the balcony;
but that was just the beginning,
a kind of prelude to the main event."
THOM
That night on the balcony changed everything, changed him in some subtle way that I couldn't fathom. All I know is that he came to me in the night, quiet and creeping like a shadow, sat down and revealed the truth to me. I had always believed it, in the deepest part of my heart, that Rook had the same insecurities that we were all subject to. His confession forged a bond between us, as tenuous as it was, likely to shatter into a million pieces were I to push him too hard or too far. It was a delicate balancing act, part of the rules Rook set out as a way for him to control a situation where his doubts made everything an uncertainty. This uncertainty... it made me realize just how complex and richly complicated Rook was as a person. I awaited on his every whispered word, waiting patiently for the next piece of the puzzle. I wanted to decode his every nuance, his every motivation. If I could understand him, then I could show him just what potential he had, what kind of a great man he could be. More than just the cocky, talented airman that people despised. Someone to respect and admire and adore.
Problem was, I was starting to wonder if I already fell into the latter category.
I couldn't risk him pulling away from me, not now, not after all the time I had invested in him. I wanted the best for him, I knew that, but it was something more than mere concern that kept me up late at night, waiting for the sound of his boots to come through the door after a raid. I worried, I fretted, I hoped and prayed that he would return in one piece so that we could spent another quiet moment together. I held on to my hope that I would witness that moment where he finally saw what I saw, that he was brilliant and gifted and so much more than the callous mask he wore day after day.
But mostly, I wanted him to confess to me. To me and no one else. I knew it angered Rook to no end when I couldn't restrain my possessiveness of him, but it was as if I couldn't help myself around him. He was the enigma I longed to unlock.
I heard footsteps, light spilling through the doorway. He was back.
ROOK
The professor was right fucking out of his mind for pulling that shit, getting so close to me right after a raid. A raid where Have'd been outta her right fucking mind as well, which pissed me off enough to plant my boot up the ass of one of those whoreson Handlers when I got back. But in the end, struggling with my girl had tired me out something fierce. Couldn't do much but stand there as the professor's sleeve brushed against my temple, wiping at the blood.
When his eyes finally moved from the cut to my face, he noticed that I was staring right into him like I didn't know what to do with myself. Was kinda true. A plan was brewing in my head. But the professor probably thought I was thinking of punching him in the nose--couldn't really blame him--and started to draw his hand away with alarm.
I caught his wrist with my hand, quick as a cat and with more than a little pressure as I held him there. "I want you to keep your mouth shut, got it?" I was speaking all calm and even, but inside I was laughing at how badly this was going to fuck up the professor.
He nodded vigorously, green eyes wide and worried at this turn of events. Almost kinda wished I could seen the reaction on his face when my lips brushed against his ear. Girls loved that sorta thing, got all breathy and whimpery, neither of which the professor did. He went stiff as a board. In more ways than one, which wasn't much of a surprise.
I figured it was now or never, before I lost my nerve on pulling this off, so before he even had time to figure out what the fuck was going on, I pressed my mouth against his, firm but not too hard like I figured he'd like. My hand was still around his wrist, which had somehow made its way to my shoulder. Fucking Cindy, I thought with bitter glee. This would make things even easier. He'd be even more under my thumb now. I could do anything I wanted to him. In fact, it really wasn't much different from kissing a woman, the way he was all soft and warm against me and...
I got a strange sinking feeling in my stomach, like when Have an' me suddenly stop in the middle of a dive, and pulled away from him quickly, putting the best damn scowl on my face as I stared him down.
"I ain't no pillow-biter, just figured that was an appropriate way to say thanks for listening to me." It was a miracle I didn't bust a gut laughing when I spoke the words, but I delivered them like an expert. Part vulnerability, part I'll kill you if you breathe a word of this to anyone.
His mouth was agape and his cheeks flushed all red as he nodded slowly, still silent, and I licked my lips for good measure--saw him swallow hard at that--before turning heel and heading into my room.
It was a good thing the raid had me exhausted. Had a feeling I wouldn't have been able to sleep otherwise, with my heart hammering all over the place and my mind wondering if whatever the hell I had just done was a good idea after all.
--end--
Author: plazmah
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Havemercy
Pairing: Thom/Rook
Notes: I guess this is AC or AU, whatever you want to call it. Spoilers for the novel, of course. All characters belong to Jaidani (:D) and not to me. Also, this fic totally needs an R-rated sequel. ;)
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"you could say it started on the balcony;
but that was just the beginning,
a kind of prelude to the main event."
THOM
That night on the balcony changed everything, changed him in some subtle way that I couldn't fathom. All I know is that he came to me in the night, quiet and creeping like a shadow, sat down and revealed the truth to me. I had always believed it, in the deepest part of my heart, that Rook had the same insecurities that we were all subject to. His confession forged a bond between us, as tenuous as it was, likely to shatter into a million pieces were I to push him too hard or too far. It was a delicate balancing act, part of the rules Rook set out as a way for him to control a situation where his doubts made everything an uncertainty. This uncertainty... it made me realize just how complex and richly complicated Rook was as a person. I awaited on his every whispered word, waiting patiently for the next piece of the puzzle. I wanted to decode his every nuance, his every motivation. If I could understand him, then I could show him just what potential he had, what kind of a great man he could be. More than just the cocky, talented airman that people despised. Someone to respect and admire and adore.
Problem was, I was starting to wonder if I already fell into the latter category.
I couldn't risk him pulling away from me, not now, not after all the time I had invested in him. I wanted the best for him, I knew that, but it was something more than mere concern that kept me up late at night, waiting for the sound of his boots to come through the door after a raid. I worried, I fretted, I hoped and prayed that he would return in one piece so that we could spent another quiet moment together. I held on to my hope that I would witness that moment where he finally saw what I saw, that he was brilliant and gifted and so much more than the callous mask he wore day after day.
But mostly, I wanted him to confess to me. To me and no one else. I knew it angered Rook to no end when I couldn't restrain my possessiveness of him, but it was as if I couldn't help myself around him. He was the enigma I longed to unlock.
I heard footsteps, light spilling through the doorway. He was back.
ROOK
The professor was right fucking out of his mind for pulling that shit, getting so close to me right after a raid. A raid where Have'd been outta her right fucking mind as well, which pissed me off enough to plant my boot up the ass of one of those whoreson Handlers when I got back. But in the end, struggling with my girl had tired me out something fierce. Couldn't do much but stand there as the professor's sleeve brushed against my temple, wiping at the blood.
When his eyes finally moved from the cut to my face, he noticed that I was staring right into him like I didn't know what to do with myself. Was kinda true. A plan was brewing in my head. But the professor probably thought I was thinking of punching him in the nose--couldn't really blame him--and started to draw his hand away with alarm.
I caught his wrist with my hand, quick as a cat and with more than a little pressure as I held him there. "I want you to keep your mouth shut, got it?" I was speaking all calm and even, but inside I was laughing at how badly this was going to fuck up the professor.
He nodded vigorously, green eyes wide and worried at this turn of events. Almost kinda wished I could seen the reaction on his face when my lips brushed against his ear. Girls loved that sorta thing, got all breathy and whimpery, neither of which the professor did. He went stiff as a board. In more ways than one, which wasn't much of a surprise.
I figured it was now or never, before I lost my nerve on pulling this off, so before he even had time to figure out what the fuck was going on, I pressed my mouth against his, firm but not too hard like I figured he'd like. My hand was still around his wrist, which had somehow made its way to my shoulder. Fucking Cindy, I thought with bitter glee. This would make things even easier. He'd be even more under my thumb now. I could do anything I wanted to him. In fact, it really wasn't much different from kissing a woman, the way he was all soft and warm against me and...
I got a strange sinking feeling in my stomach, like when Have an' me suddenly stop in the middle of a dive, and pulled away from him quickly, putting the best damn scowl on my face as I stared him down.
"I ain't no pillow-biter, just figured that was an appropriate way to say thanks for listening to me." It was a miracle I didn't bust a gut laughing when I spoke the words, but I delivered them like an expert. Part vulnerability, part I'll kill you if you breathe a word of this to anyone.
His mouth was agape and his cheeks flushed all red as he nodded slowly, still silent, and I licked my lips for good measure--saw him swallow hard at that--before turning heel and heading into my room.
It was a good thing the raid had me exhausted. Had a feeling I wouldn't have been able to sleep otherwise, with my heart hammering all over the place and my mind wondering if whatever the hell I had just done was a good idea after all.
--end--