Slept
Title: Slept
Author:
livlovesyou
Rating: PG:13
Summary:
"He’s
ridiculously tired"
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SLEPT
He’s
ridiculously tired. Grey walls, no windows, reluctance to look for a watch; he
guesses it must be late. He can’t sleep. The base doesn’t sleep. It’s
off-putting.
The
blinking lights give her lab a pulse; whirring breakable things become its
breath.
He thinks, this
room keeps itself awake with coffee and sugar and fear of bad dreams. He wonders
again why it’s all about sleep, or the lack of, or the need for.
Her head jerks up when she hears him, banging hard against the cupboard behind.
She
looks at him, eyes narrowed. She tells him she’s not sleeping; she’s resting
her eyes. He says he knows. Still, she doesn’t protest when his arm slips
around her, pulling her up and holding her close. With one finger he flicks off
her desk light.
Her
room blinks at them both. She tells him she’s not here; she’s dead to the
world or something like it. She tells him again and again and again, whispering
into his shoulder. He pulls her to her quarters, not wanting these signs of
madness scrawled all over those grey walls.
He
tells her he’s worried about her, as his hand drags on her wrist.
Then
she asks him why he still feels he needs an excuse for this, like she's spent
six years reading his mind and has only just thought to ask questions.
Later,
after he’s fumbled off her clothes, undressing her with a body trained
implacably, fumbled off his, when he lies down next to her, she’ll keep her
eyes open, staring out strip lights like she’s only seeing dark.
Soporific, narcotic, hypnotic. She thinks he’s asleep.
It’s too late for her though, it always is.
-fin-
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