From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 16 Sep 2002 06:59:35 -0000 Subject: Inconsequential 1/1 by Ms Lill Source: direct Reply To: jules@julesv.freeserve.co.uk Title - Inconsequential 1/1 Author - Ms Lill Email- jules@julesv.freeserve.co.uk Rating - MSR - VERY safe PG (if that) Spoilers - Post 'The Truth' (much hankie wringing by me!) Archive - That would be lovely, just please let me know where. Originally posted in May, 2002. Reposted now with a couple of tweaks and because The Truth is due to be shown over here in the next week or so. I felt nostalgic Disclaimer - Not mine, never will be now. Who knew I'd miss 'em this much? 9 years is a long time... Feedback - I would love it! Please send to email above. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Inconsequential His leg slid up over her thigh, denim against the satin, and they said nothing for long minutes; breathing each other's breath, searching each other's eyes. Fingers rubbing a hip, thumb stroking a cheek, lips barely brushing. Rain tapped against the windows, the only light in the grey washed room cast from the lamps outside. And for maybe the the third time in his life he felt at peace, despite all the horrors of the last year; despite the unthinkable deadline the clock slowly tick-tocked towards, despite their son being lost to them... Because she was there. And with her, there was hope. There was forever love and hope with her, no matter what. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand moving to twist in her hair. 'It's long...' 'I know... There just never seemed enough time to keep having it cut, so... ' 'I like it.' Inconsequential talk. Nothing. Things of no importance. He suddenly wanted to lay in that bed with her forever, talking in low voices, twirling her hair around his fingers, slipping his hand beneath the satin to touch her softer silk, nothing but the murmur of their voices and the soft hiss of the rain. Nothing but her mouth and his fingers and glorious time to rediscover everything he had missed about her. But there *was* hope, and hope is what they would discuss, what they would pursue, what would drive them on when the soft rain stopped, when the morning came, when it was time to rise and face all the hurt and the horror of real world again.. She was there. There was Hope. And Love. End Feedback gratefully recieved at jules@julesv.freeserve.co.uk