Title: Just A Moment - Chance Series: Just a Moment (part 2) Author: Rauhnee Ranshanka Email: gatekat@transfur.com Fandom: SWAT Kats Paring: Jake/ Chance Rating: PG-17: Language, Sexual References Archive: Yes by copy or link to http://www.gatekat.net/SWATKats/FanFic/Stories/_ST_Just_Moment2.html Websites: http://www.gatekat.net/index.html Disclaimers: All things SWAT Kats belong to the owner of the show. No infringement intended and no profit gained. The rest of this insanity is mine. Notes: Sarah Saint Ives had to ask for more. This is what you get from my Muses when you ask for more sometimes. Other times you get writers block in three month incraments. Fickle Muses. And yes, there's a part three bouncing around already, 'K? I just need a few hours sleep to get it down in a language known on this planet. Betaed by my ever loving Kyrie. Summary: A missing scene set the night the guys get kicked off the Enforcers, from Chance's POV. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ He's quite, finally. I swear that Kat doesn't sleep most nights. I need him asleep tonight. As aggressive as he was with Feral today, I don't even want to find out how he'd handle seeing me cry. I don't think I could take any more abuse, especially from him. Not today. Now when has he said anything mean to you? Besides ignoring my advances? Nothing. Not like that's not cruel enough. At least he doesn't see toms at all; I'll never have to watch him in another male's arms. A fem's going to be bad enough, but another tom ... That would just kill me. As it stands I still have to watch him dress and sleep and do everything a couple does, but I can't touch him. Not the way I need to. I can't kiss him. Never feel his hands on my ... Don't go there. You're too weak to deal with it tonight. Everything I've ever wanted, everything I've worked for is gone and it's basically Jake's fault. Why the hell doesn't it bother me? Could I be so attracted to him that I can't get upset at him? I'm never going to forgive Feral for his part in this, but ... fuck it. Oh, good one-track mind Chance, that's *exactly* what you want to do. Fuck Jake senseless. And that's exactly what you'll never get to do except in your mind. No Enforcers, no flying, no one to hold me when it gets too much to bear. I think I died and got sent to hell without checking in. What did I ever do to deserve this? Gods, I even want to know what he tastes like. I've *never* wanted to suck another tom. I'd even bottom to him if it would get him to touch me as a lover. I'd do anything he asked of me to get him to look at me with even half the affection he has for our jet. Just once to feel ... Get your mind out of the gutter, masochist. You still have to face him tomorrow and without the uniform and protocol to hide behind. How to hell are you going to do that? You've barely kept from jumping him in the shower these past few weeks. How are you going to get through the next thirty *years*? Why the blazes can't he just see I want him? Why can't I make myself just corner him and say it to his face? Am I really that much a coward? What have I got to loose at this point? ..... Everything, Chance. His friendship is all you have left. You'll just have to make it do and keep your fantasies under control. Under control. What a joke. He's the one with control, I don't even have enough to stop myself from calling his name when I jerk off. This can't be happening. Deny me my love or deny me flight, but what did I do to deserve being denied both? Why both ... why? -- END: Just a Moment (part 2) ... 1/1 by Rauhnee Ranshanka gatekat@transfur.com