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[Theatrical Muse] Response
May. 1st, 2007 09:00 pmTell the story of one of your past scars.
[ooc: Sort of slightly – okay, mostly – based off of events in a RP game where I play SJ. But it was I came up with that really wanted to be written, so there. Better luck sticking closer to canon next time.]
“And that one?”
His finger tickled her knee as he traced the path of the pale scar from the middle of her knee bone just past the tip. Sarah laughed as her leg reflexively bent, eyes following the path he laid out. It was a silly little game of theirs, to recount past scars late at night when lovemaking had taken its toll but neither really were tired enough to sleep yet. But it was a pleasant little game that had kept them occupied since they had first started seeing each other.
“Bicycling accident at age six,” she explained, sitting up beside him to capture his hand in hers. She kissed his palm before letting it resume its exploration of her knee. “At the very least I took Aunt Lavinia’s azalea bush with me. Served it right, for all the scratches it gave me.”
He laughed; the vibrations from his chest were comforting against her back. An arm was wrapped around her to pull her further into his lap. She complied, not feeling so much up to protesting tonight. Sometimes she did rather enjoy just being held in his arms, despite all her usual protests to the contrary of being a self-sufficient woman who didn’t need a man’s embrace to make herself feel safe. It had become a rather long standing running joke between them.
He nuzzled her neck as his finger moved from her knee up to a line on her left forearm. “And that one?”
“Escaping from Daleks when I still travelled with the Doctor,” Sarah Jane answered quietly, eyes filling with soft reminiscence of another time. Even if it had only been a year, it seemed so long ago since she had ended her travels without the goodbye she craved. Even the warmth of his hug now couldn’t help the loss from rushing back. “I tripped when we were trying to climb out of a cave.”
His grip tightened around her, knowing how much it could hurt to bring up those memories. It was a kind gesture, one she was used to, but it never seemed to help. She couldn’t ever fully get over the way he never came back; how she lost her best friend just like that. It was an open wound, one she doubted would ever scar over.
“What about that one?”
When she looked down to see the larger and still rather prominent scar he was pointing to on her abdomen, Sarah had laugh. He was always good with tactics like this, wasn’t he? It was a part of his job, and she didn’t care. She had never wanted him to change any part of whom he was or what he did and she still didn’t, even after their lives had changed repeated times. But all the surprises had been for the best, other things she would never change.
“Oh, you git! You know perfectly well where that one came from.”
Lips moved from her neck to her cheek to her earlobe and as fingers tickled the mark, she found it very hard to think of a further response. Thankfully, she didn’t need to. Mostly. Chuckling, he stopped his caresses on her ear just for a moment to whisper, “Do I?”
“Mmhmm,” she murmured and closed her eyes, not needing to see anything else for moments to come except the happy memories associated with it. “That’s the one that finally got me to marry you.”
“That reason is actually sleeping through the night, darling. I find this evidence that perhaps she didn’t inherit all of your vocal talents,” he teased softly, pinching the skin by the scar right before he earned a well deserved smack on his arm for the comment. Her eyes opened to see him looking at her lovingly, the expression slightly off put by the annoying smirk on his face. “But she did inherit all of your beauty.”
Sarah opened her mouth to respond, but he beat her to a reply as he duck his head down to kiss her firmly, turning their bodies around on the bed so he now lay on top of her. She kissed him back with a hunger that was never absent when he held her like this. It was the beginning of another familiar game that had brought its own batch of scars, both external and internal, over the years they had known each other.
There would be more. More games and more moments and most of all, more scars. But that was the good thing about them, wasn’t it? Eventually, most scars found a way to heal. Not all she was sure, but most. Still with him, with the unexpected family that they had created, Sarah Jane had found one of the only balms she would ever need and would probably ever get.
It was time to start giving up waiting on that goodbye, and that wound in her heart that would never fully heal.
[ooc: Sort of slightly – okay, mostly – based off of events in a RP game where I play SJ. But it was I came up with that really wanted to be written, so there. Better luck sticking closer to canon next time.]
“And that one?”
His finger tickled her knee as he traced the path of the pale scar from the middle of her knee bone just past the tip. Sarah laughed as her leg reflexively bent, eyes following the path he laid out. It was a silly little game of theirs, to recount past scars late at night when lovemaking had taken its toll but neither really were tired enough to sleep yet. But it was a pleasant little game that had kept them occupied since they had first started seeing each other.
“Bicycling accident at age six,” she explained, sitting up beside him to capture his hand in hers. She kissed his palm before letting it resume its exploration of her knee. “At the very least I took Aunt Lavinia’s azalea bush with me. Served it right, for all the scratches it gave me.”
He laughed; the vibrations from his chest were comforting against her back. An arm was wrapped around her to pull her further into his lap. She complied, not feeling so much up to protesting tonight. Sometimes she did rather enjoy just being held in his arms, despite all her usual protests to the contrary of being a self-sufficient woman who didn’t need a man’s embrace to make herself feel safe. It had become a rather long standing running joke between them.
He nuzzled her neck as his finger moved from her knee up to a line on her left forearm. “And that one?”
“Escaping from Daleks when I still travelled with the Doctor,” Sarah Jane answered quietly, eyes filling with soft reminiscence of another time. Even if it had only been a year, it seemed so long ago since she had ended her travels without the goodbye she craved. Even the warmth of his hug now couldn’t help the loss from rushing back. “I tripped when we were trying to climb out of a cave.”
His grip tightened around her, knowing how much it could hurt to bring up those memories. It was a kind gesture, one she was used to, but it never seemed to help. She couldn’t ever fully get over the way he never came back; how she lost her best friend just like that. It was an open wound, one she doubted would ever scar over.
“What about that one?”
When she looked down to see the larger and still rather prominent scar he was pointing to on her abdomen, Sarah had laugh. He was always good with tactics like this, wasn’t he? It was a part of his job, and she didn’t care. She had never wanted him to change any part of whom he was or what he did and she still didn’t, even after their lives had changed repeated times. But all the surprises had been for the best, other things she would never change.
“Oh, you git! You know perfectly well where that one came from.”
Lips moved from her neck to her cheek to her earlobe and as fingers tickled the mark, she found it very hard to think of a further response. Thankfully, she didn’t need to. Mostly. Chuckling, he stopped his caresses on her ear just for a moment to whisper, “Do I?”
“Mmhmm,” she murmured and closed her eyes, not needing to see anything else for moments to come except the happy memories associated with it. “That’s the one that finally got me to marry you.”
“That reason is actually sleeping through the night, darling. I find this evidence that perhaps she didn’t inherit all of your vocal talents,” he teased softly, pinching the skin by the scar right before he earned a well deserved smack on his arm for the comment. Her eyes opened to see him looking at her lovingly, the expression slightly off put by the annoying smirk on his face. “But she did inherit all of your beauty.”
Sarah opened her mouth to respond, but he beat her to a reply as he duck his head down to kiss her firmly, turning their bodies around on the bed so he now lay on top of her. She kissed him back with a hunger that was never absent when he held her like this. It was the beginning of another familiar game that had brought its own batch of scars, both external and internal, over the years they had known each other.
There would be more. More games and more moments and most of all, more scars. But that was the good thing about them, wasn’t it? Eventually, most scars found a way to heal. Not all she was sure, but most. Still with him, with the unexpected family that they had created, Sarah Jane had found one of the only balms she would ever need and would probably ever get.
It was time to start giving up waiting on that goodbye, and that wound in her heart that would never fully heal.
