[Milliways] OOM: Flat 007
Mar. 23rd, 2007 02:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
his_sarah_janeTonight isn’t like the other nights. Normally, Sarah Jane has no problem falling asleep shortly after they make love late at night. He tires her out easily (but oh it’s such a wonderful way to become tuckered out) and she’ll more than willing wait for a shower in the morning, much rather nestling against his body and falling asleep. His chest, sweat-stained or not, makes such a wonderful cushion for her head.
Tonight, though, she can’t fall asleep and even after James slips into slumber, she’s still staring into the darkness of her - their - room. His heart beating underneath her head makes for a soothing rhythm, and his slow breathing for a gentle rocking movement. One of his hands is still wrapped against her waist, skin warm against her own.
Tonight she’s lost in thought, and that’s why she’s unable to fall asleep. She can’t get recent conversations out of her head and more than that, she can’t get recent deductions out of her mind.
There are things she definitely knows. She knows how much she cares about him, how much she adores him. When he says that he loves her, it still brings flutters to her stomach but flutters of an entirely different kind than prior. When he smiles at her, it brings a smile to her eyes and when he kisses her, she knows that she’s lost seconds in. He’s someone she can talk to, someone that puts up with her cheeky attitude, and someone who takes her seriously. He’s arrogant and foolish and flipping stubborn – the horrid playboy – but now he’s more than that. He’s her horrid playboy.
And then there are the things she’s suspecting. Sarah Jane isn’t fully comfortable with these things. They’re things to do with the way she’s been acting around him. The way she’ll more than easily curl up in his lap or kiss him downstairs in the bar. These public displays of affection don’t scare her anymore. They make her feel warm and happy. And there’s a thrill in kissing him, James Bond, wherever anyone can see.
It’s clear what all this is leading up to. It’s clear right now as she watches him sleep. All this – all this time spent around him, spent teasing with him and crying with him and talking with him – it’s made it clearer than she wants to. And the truth scares her. It scares her when she thinks of the life she leads here and then, when she allows herself to think of the life back behind that door, it turns to an awful worry and guilt. It’s a guilt Sarah Jane can’t explain.
That is why tonight isn’t like other nights. Tonight she can’t sleep right away because there’s too much going on in her head. Too much to think about, too much to be frightened by. Everything’s happened so much faster than she thought it would with him, but Sarah knows that she can’t change it. And she doesn’t think she would either.
“Oh, you’re a flipping git sometimes, James. Although I’m sure you’re well aware of that,” Sarah whispers almost inaudibly against his chest, finally letting her eyes close. “And the thing is… well, despite that, you see… I may be falling in love with you after all.”
Tonight, though, she can’t fall asleep and even after James slips into slumber, she’s still staring into the darkness of her - their - room. His heart beating underneath her head makes for a soothing rhythm, and his slow breathing for a gentle rocking movement. One of his hands is still wrapped against her waist, skin warm against her own.
Tonight she’s lost in thought, and that’s why she’s unable to fall asleep. She can’t get recent conversations out of her head and more than that, she can’t get recent deductions out of her mind.
There are things she definitely knows. She knows how much she cares about him, how much she adores him. When he says that he loves her, it still brings flutters to her stomach but flutters of an entirely different kind than prior. When he smiles at her, it brings a smile to her eyes and when he kisses her, she knows that she’s lost seconds in. He’s someone she can talk to, someone that puts up with her cheeky attitude, and someone who takes her seriously. He’s arrogant and foolish and flipping stubborn – the horrid playboy – but now he’s more than that. He’s her horrid playboy.
And then there are the things she’s suspecting. Sarah Jane isn’t fully comfortable with these things. They’re things to do with the way she’s been acting around him. The way she’ll more than easily curl up in his lap or kiss him downstairs in the bar. These public displays of affection don’t scare her anymore. They make her feel warm and happy. And there’s a thrill in kissing him, James Bond, wherever anyone can see.
It’s clear what all this is leading up to. It’s clear right now as she watches him sleep. All this – all this time spent around him, spent teasing with him and crying with him and talking with him – it’s made it clearer than she wants to. And the truth scares her. It scares her when she thinks of the life she leads here and then, when she allows herself to think of the life back behind that door, it turns to an awful worry and guilt. It’s a guilt Sarah Jane can’t explain.
That is why tonight isn’t like other nights. Tonight she can’t sleep right away because there’s too much going on in her head. Too much to think about, too much to be frightened by. Everything’s happened so much faster than she thought it would with him, but Sarah knows that she can’t change it. And she doesn’t think she would either.
“Oh, you’re a flipping git sometimes, James. Although I’m sure you’re well aware of that,” Sarah whispers almost inaudibly against his chest, finally letting her eyes close. “And the thing is… well, despite that, you see… I may be falling in love with you after all.”
