Every Hour (Lewis, Lewis/Hathaway, theme set gamma)
Fandom: Lewis
Pairing: Robbie Lewis/James Hathaway
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG-13, possibly R
Notes/Warnings Homosexuality, mentions of sex
Spoilers: Fire in the Blood
Disclaimer: They only do this in my head, sadly not real.
Ring
He doesn't wear it anymore but everything about him says 'unavailable' as he did so it's only the ones to whom it would never have made any difference who try and fail.
Hero
The weight of his inspector's body, heavy and solid on his, the fingers brushing the short hairs on his scalp, his fierce protection; these things are what he turns his mind to when it starts to slip towards Feardorcha's immolation.
Memory
There are deserts in the heart of his inspector like there are in his own and late one evening, lying on his sofa he says some sort of prayer for healing fountains for both of them and maybe that's when it started.
Box
'It doesn't matter' he'd said and it really didn't because he doesn't need to know and doesn't care, he wouldn't care if it were Mark and Hathaway can't be labelled because he doesn't fit in any box.
Run
If they are going to go chasing round after suspects, he's going to need to get fitter, he thinks as Hathaway, long-striding, outdistances him yet again.
Hurricane
He's very familiar with how somewhere looks when a hurricane has been through it and this room is nothing like that, untidy as it might be.
Wings
Slumped, elegantly, leggily, head tilted up towards the weak April sun as the river rushes past, blond hair practically glowing, Lewis wonders how his seargeant manages to tuck his wings under those well-cut shirts and then immediately thinks he needs to start sleeping more and wondering less.
Cold
It was a surprise how warm Hathaway's handshake was because he looked such a cold fish when they first met; since Will's death he's known better than to think him unemotional.
Red
Hathaway holds the glass out to him and smiles and he takes it although he doesn't drink much wine and only sips to be polite; this is a social call to check up on him and he's not sure that Hathaway should be that far down a bottle when he's meant to be taking painkillers and was in the hospital 48 hours ago.
Drink
It's smooth on his tongue, like good chocolate, heavy too, and Lewis realises this is what they mean by 'body' and Hathaway flashes him a half smile and says something about 'better than drugs' and he swallows the wine and blinks and nods, dazed by good rioja and a golden smile.
Midnight
They work late and seek out unhealthy food on the way home and it's strange to be out in the city at this time and not working.
Temptation
He'd always thought temptation would be smooth skinned, dark haired and flirtatious; it had been that way in the past, so it was uncomfortably odd and strangely more difficult to resist when it assumed the shape of his admittedly dark but neither smooth nor flirty inspector.
View
The picture postcard image of golden stone and well tended flower beds is marred by the very naked and very dead remains of the uncared for elderly professor.
Music
Hathaway stares at the screen, blinks, stares again, rubs his eyes and then his inspector (and the possessive isn't discomfiting) leans down and says 'I'm going for a beer if you'd like to join me?'
Silk
That's never been his style, fancy stuff, he was brought up in a 'you buy it to last' family so when James turns up to party in a shirt that seems like a second skin in dark red, Lewis tries to find a mocking comment and instead can only raise his eyebrows which doesn't really express how he feels at all.
Cover
Hathaway approaches looking apologetic and says 'Sir?' so they need to go, work is calling, and the inspector makes his apologies to the young woman with her hand on his arm and follows him out of the hot room to the non-existent work.
Promise
"If you ever need rescuing ..." Lewis smiles and Hathaway nods, unsmiling because, melodramatic or not, he's already been rescued once.
Dream
It's only when he sees the suspect's shadow flitting across the car bonnet that he realises why Lewis has covered his mouth to wake him from a cricked-neck sleep and he resists the urge to touch his tongue to the palm because that would merely be frivolity.
Candle
Hathaway pushes the tealight to one side and they both bend to study his sketch of the building layout where the body was found, heads close together in the flickering romantic light of the restaurant.
Talent
Hathaway, he has learned is a man of much knowledge and many talents but he hides it well.
Silence
Lewis was clutching a bunch of flowers as he got in the car and Hathaway took a left turn at the end of the road instead of right because Lewis didn't need to tell him where they were going.
Journey
He has come a long way since the days of too much brandy, even since his return from the islands, he has to acknowledge that, but it's down to events, opportunities, not to the man who stands at his shoulder as he waits to beard Innocent in her den.
Fire
He no longer lights the mock flame effect fire that smoke free Oxford demands because even that is too close to those nighttime images that he refuses to name or consider during the day.
Strength
There are moments when it doesn't matter that he doesn't and won't ever wear the clothes of a priest because his stillness and his calm makes people believe he can carry them in their hour of need.
Mask
It has become habit to hide the things he knows from Lewis, so he hides this fledgling uncertain feeling too as there is no more reason to make him uncomfortable with this than with too much knowledge.
Ice
He sucks the melted ice cream from the tip of each finger in turn and Lewis finds himself staring as if no one has ever done that before.
Fall
Lewis takes the shiny apple his smiling sergeant holds out to him and bites into the bright red sweet flesh with a grin and there is an uncomfortable whisper in the back of his mind; something about apples and things going wrong.
Forgotten
One foot on the coffee table, slumped on the sofa, guitar cradled, he began to sing, a low lament in another language accompanied by few notes and Lewis, half in the shadows of the late summer evening, is glad to listen and be forgotten.
Dance
He should have known Hathaway would be able to dance if required and there he is waltzing correctly, impassionately; yet another thing he knows 'a little about'.
Body
The woman in his arms smiles up, warm, inviting, and he keeps her a polite distance away, doesn't allow her into his space.
Sacred
It is not a laughing matter, there being no tea in the canteen and he has to go to the coffee shop on the corner to bring back the first cup of the morning.
Farewells
He likes the fact that Lewis always tells his daughter that he loves her before he ends the call, and that he is unashamed of it.
World
"Do you really believe there's life after death?" he asks suddenly and Hathaway, surprised says "Of course, sir," with such assurance that for a second he believes it.
Formal
"Sir, I was wondering if you'd like to come round for a meal tonight, if you're not busy," he says, and it sounds brusquer than he intended because he's a little nervous.
Fever
The crowd chanted and sang and then grew bored and there were mutterings and boredom stewed into restlessness, friendly pre-match drunkenness sizzled into belligerence; a scuffle here, a shove there and they were in the middle of something ugly.
Laugh
Hathaway's shirtsleeve is almost completely torn off but his face is unmarked; Lewis grins and tugs at the sleeve which comes off in his hand and they laugh in relief at the lack of bruises.
Lies
He says he bought too much food and it seemed a shame to waste it, hence the dinner invitation.
Overwhelmed
They drink too much good wine and that's probably why James finds himself reddening when Lewis clinks their glasses together in a toast to a good partnership.
Whisper
He can't tell how long ago the music ended but they are sitting side by side on the sofa, shoulders almost touching, and Lewis says quietly, that he should call a taxi.
Wait
James overhears the man say it'll be an hour and mouths 'stay' with a casual wave at the sofa and there is a long,long pause before Lewis nods and ends the call.
Talk
'Do you really want to talk about this?' James asks and kisses the mouth that is opening on words like 'stop' and 'we can't' and Lewis, Robbie, says nothing which he takes as a 'no' and kisses him again to keep him quiet.
Search
Shoulder blades and smooth muscles, that's all he finds when he runs his hands down unfamiliar, masculine skin; no wings.
Hope
His hands are shaking as he undoes the buttons on Robbie's shirt and he hopes that he won't notice; it's been a long time and he doesn't wish to ruin the moment.
Eclipse
James is outlined by the dim lamp, broad shouldered, fit, lean muscled, and he wonders what this man sees in him.
Gravity
"We can stop if this isn't what you want Robert," he says, serious, holding the blue gaze.
Highway
It is a some strange chance, a whim of the fates, that has brought them to this place, both alone, to walk this road together.
Unknown
The hands that cup his arse are sure and confident and his inspector nips delicately at the muscle in his neck and James arcs towards him, groaning and surprised as hell.
Lock
They look at each other, briefly uncertain, fingers entwined, and neither drops their gaze so James smiles, and carries on where he left off.
Breathe
James rests his head on his elbow and places his palm flat on Robbie's chest, and feels his breathing slow to a steadier pace, and then deepen into sleep and still he watches over him for a long time.
Pairing: Robbie Lewis/James Hathaway
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG-13, possibly R
Notes/Warnings Homosexuality, mentions of sex
Spoilers: Fire in the Blood
Disclaimer: They only do this in my head, sadly not real.
Ring
He doesn't wear it anymore but everything about him says 'unavailable' as he did so it's only the ones to whom it would never have made any difference who try and fail.
Hero
The weight of his inspector's body, heavy and solid on his, the fingers brushing the short hairs on his scalp, his fierce protection; these things are what he turns his mind to when it starts to slip towards Feardorcha's immolation.
Memory
There are deserts in the heart of his inspector like there are in his own and late one evening, lying on his sofa he says some sort of prayer for healing fountains for both of them and maybe that's when it started.
Box
'It doesn't matter' he'd said and it really didn't because he doesn't need to know and doesn't care, he wouldn't care if it were Mark and Hathaway can't be labelled because he doesn't fit in any box.
Run
If they are going to go chasing round after suspects, he's going to need to get fitter, he thinks as Hathaway, long-striding, outdistances him yet again.
Hurricane
He's very familiar with how somewhere looks when a hurricane has been through it and this room is nothing like that, untidy as it might be.
Wings
Slumped, elegantly, leggily, head tilted up towards the weak April sun as the river rushes past, blond hair practically glowing, Lewis wonders how his seargeant manages to tuck his wings under those well-cut shirts and then immediately thinks he needs to start sleeping more and wondering less.
Cold
It was a surprise how warm Hathaway's handshake was because he looked such a cold fish when they first met; since Will's death he's known better than to think him unemotional.
Red
Hathaway holds the glass out to him and smiles and he takes it although he doesn't drink much wine and only sips to be polite; this is a social call to check up on him and he's not sure that Hathaway should be that far down a bottle when he's meant to be taking painkillers and was in the hospital 48 hours ago.
Drink
It's smooth on his tongue, like good chocolate, heavy too, and Lewis realises this is what they mean by 'body' and Hathaway flashes him a half smile and says something about 'better than drugs' and he swallows the wine and blinks and nods, dazed by good rioja and a golden smile.
Midnight
They work late and seek out unhealthy food on the way home and it's strange to be out in the city at this time and not working.
Temptation
He'd always thought temptation would be smooth skinned, dark haired and flirtatious; it had been that way in the past, so it was uncomfortably odd and strangely more difficult to resist when it assumed the shape of his admittedly dark but neither smooth nor flirty inspector.
View
The picture postcard image of golden stone and well tended flower beds is marred by the very naked and very dead remains of the uncared for elderly professor.
Music
Hathaway stares at the screen, blinks, stares again, rubs his eyes and then his inspector (and the possessive isn't discomfiting) leans down and says 'I'm going for a beer if you'd like to join me?'
Silk
That's never been his style, fancy stuff, he was brought up in a 'you buy it to last' family so when James turns up to party in a shirt that seems like a second skin in dark red, Lewis tries to find a mocking comment and instead can only raise his eyebrows which doesn't really express how he feels at all.
Cover
Hathaway approaches looking apologetic and says 'Sir?' so they need to go, work is calling, and the inspector makes his apologies to the young woman with her hand on his arm and follows him out of the hot room to the non-existent work.
Promise
"If you ever need rescuing ..." Lewis smiles and Hathaway nods, unsmiling because, melodramatic or not, he's already been rescued once.
Dream
It's only when he sees the suspect's shadow flitting across the car bonnet that he realises why Lewis has covered his mouth to wake him from a cricked-neck sleep and he resists the urge to touch his tongue to the palm because that would merely be frivolity.
Candle
Hathaway pushes the tealight to one side and they both bend to study his sketch of the building layout where the body was found, heads close together in the flickering romantic light of the restaurant.
Talent
Hathaway, he has learned is a man of much knowledge and many talents but he hides it well.
Silence
Lewis was clutching a bunch of flowers as he got in the car and Hathaway took a left turn at the end of the road instead of right because Lewis didn't need to tell him where they were going.
Journey
He has come a long way since the days of too much brandy, even since his return from the islands, he has to acknowledge that, but it's down to events, opportunities, not to the man who stands at his shoulder as he waits to beard Innocent in her den.
Fire
He no longer lights the mock flame effect fire that smoke free Oxford demands because even that is too close to those nighttime images that he refuses to name or consider during the day.
Strength
There are moments when it doesn't matter that he doesn't and won't ever wear the clothes of a priest because his stillness and his calm makes people believe he can carry them in their hour of need.
Mask
It has become habit to hide the things he knows from Lewis, so he hides this fledgling uncertain feeling too as there is no more reason to make him uncomfortable with this than with too much knowledge.
Ice
He sucks the melted ice cream from the tip of each finger in turn and Lewis finds himself staring as if no one has ever done that before.
Fall
Lewis takes the shiny apple his smiling sergeant holds out to him and bites into the bright red sweet flesh with a grin and there is an uncomfortable whisper in the back of his mind; something about apples and things going wrong.
Forgotten
One foot on the coffee table, slumped on the sofa, guitar cradled, he began to sing, a low lament in another language accompanied by few notes and Lewis, half in the shadows of the late summer evening, is glad to listen and be forgotten.
Dance
He should have known Hathaway would be able to dance if required and there he is waltzing correctly, impassionately; yet another thing he knows 'a little about'.
Body
The woman in his arms smiles up, warm, inviting, and he keeps her a polite distance away, doesn't allow her into his space.
Sacred
It is not a laughing matter, there being no tea in the canteen and he has to go to the coffee shop on the corner to bring back the first cup of the morning.
Farewells
He likes the fact that Lewis always tells his daughter that he loves her before he ends the call, and that he is unashamed of it.
World
"Do you really believe there's life after death?" he asks suddenly and Hathaway, surprised says "Of course, sir," with such assurance that for a second he believes it.
Formal
"Sir, I was wondering if you'd like to come round for a meal tonight, if you're not busy," he says, and it sounds brusquer than he intended because he's a little nervous.
Fever
The crowd chanted and sang and then grew bored and there were mutterings and boredom stewed into restlessness, friendly pre-match drunkenness sizzled into belligerence; a scuffle here, a shove there and they were in the middle of something ugly.
Laugh
Hathaway's shirtsleeve is almost completely torn off but his face is unmarked; Lewis grins and tugs at the sleeve which comes off in his hand and they laugh in relief at the lack of bruises.
Lies
He says he bought too much food and it seemed a shame to waste it, hence the dinner invitation.
Overwhelmed
They drink too much good wine and that's probably why James finds himself reddening when Lewis clinks their glasses together in a toast to a good partnership.
Whisper
He can't tell how long ago the music ended but they are sitting side by side on the sofa, shoulders almost touching, and Lewis says quietly, that he should call a taxi.
Wait
James overhears the man say it'll be an hour and mouths 'stay' with a casual wave at the sofa and there is a long,long pause before Lewis nods and ends the call.
Talk
'Do you really want to talk about this?' James asks and kisses the mouth that is opening on words like 'stop' and 'we can't' and Lewis, Robbie, says nothing which he takes as a 'no' and kisses him again to keep him quiet.
Search
Shoulder blades and smooth muscles, that's all he finds when he runs his hands down unfamiliar, masculine skin; no wings.
Hope
His hands are shaking as he undoes the buttons on Robbie's shirt and he hopes that he won't notice; it's been a long time and he doesn't wish to ruin the moment.
Eclipse
James is outlined by the dim lamp, broad shouldered, fit, lean muscled, and he wonders what this man sees in him.
Gravity
"We can stop if this isn't what you want Robert," he says, serious, holding the blue gaze.
Highway
It is a some strange chance, a whim of the fates, that has brought them to this place, both alone, to walk this road together.
Unknown
The hands that cup his arse are sure and confident and his inspector nips delicately at the muscle in his neck and James arcs towards him, groaning and surprised as hell.
Lock
They look at each other, briefly uncertain, fingers entwined, and neither drops their gaze so James smiles, and carries on where he left off.
Breathe
James rests his head on his elbow and places his palm flat on Robbie's chest, and feels his breathing slow to a steadier pace, and then deepen into sleep and still he watches over him for a long time.