Letting Go (Megan/Larry, PG-13)
Originally posted 09.16.07 for the numb3rswom3n challenge: Quotes from women writers...
Title: Letting Go
Characters/Pairings: Megan/Larry
Rating: PG-13 (adult situations)
Word Count: 1,009
Summary: After several declined invitations, he finally takes her home...
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: This is the first fic I wrote strictly from a non-original female character's point of view. Prompt #14, Quote:
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
~Anna Akhmatova~
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Maybe he had planned it this way. Maybe, somehow, his understanding of the atmosphere had let him in on some clue…some secret. Maybe he had wanted to walk back to her place after dinner because he knew the sky would open up and the two would be caught in a down pour, Megan thought to herself as she stood now before him - dripping water from her hair, her nose, her shirt. She looked at him then. She really looked at him and there was a light in his eyes that let her know he was enjoying more than just the way her clothes were sticking to her, and the way the cold rain water aroused her senses and forced her hardened nipples to press almost painfully against her t-shirt. There was a hunger in his eyes. It was a hunger she’d been waiting to see. Maybe this really had been his plan all along…his way of getting her out of her clothes - despite the way she’d offered herself to him numerous times before this night.
With a look, he told her to wait where she was. This was a different side to Dr. Larry Fleinhardt - a side she’d not expected. There was a strength in him tonight…a commanding presence that made her body quiver in a way that had nothing to do with the chill she felt sinking into her bones. When he returned, he carried several large towels and before she could say a word, he stepped to her and instantly moved to dry her face and then her hair. He’d kissed her then, just gently enough to let her know there was more to come but first they each needed to get out of their clothes.
The rain made the material stick to the skin, and the amount of water made the clothes heavy - but they worked together, playfully tugging and touching - not beyond the stages of seduction as they undressed each other. When, for the first time they stood together - completely revealed to the other…he smiled at her. And something in his smile made her feel weak and feminine…and well…delicious, she thought. Tonight she didn’t have to be in charge. Tonight she didn’t have to be the strong one. Tonight all she needed was standing before her, offering her his hand. And then, as though he’d done it many times before, he led her to the bedroom - kissing her deeply as he pressed her body firmly against his own, lowering her gently onto the bed…
Thunder shook the rain from the windows even while the street lights outside cast shadows over their entangled bodies as once more she sighed his name, tightening her legs around him as he came to her a final time and she felt her own need give in to his. They clung to each other for what seemed like hours, letting their bodies crash together as they rode out the storm that had been waged between the sheets of her bed before Larry finally moved his weight from hers. She never left his grasp as he rolled to his side and then pulled her snugly back against him.
For all his idiosyncrasies, for all his talk about the cosmos, and his own ineptness with the human race - one thing was certain…Larry Fleinhardt knew how to please a woman. And he could do it more than once… well, three times actually - Megan thought with a contented sigh as she rested back against him, hearing the sound of his already even breathing coming from behind her…
He was still asleep when her phone rang. She didn’t have to look at the screen to know who was calling her. Work. It was always work interrupting her. This day especially she’d wanted to wake up in his arms, to see his eyes misty with sleep as he welcomed the morning sun after a long night of rain. But, there would have to be another morning for that she sighed as she moved to carefully unwrap herself from Larry’s clutches.
She didn’t want to just leave him. She wanted to hear his voice…to hear him speak some cosmological reference about his rather stellar performance last night. But she also couldn’t bear to wake him when he was sleeping so soundly. So with a glance at him over her shoulder, she disappeared into the bathroom. She showered quickly, though reluctant to wash away the scent of good sex, sweat, and the unusual aroma of his musky cologne before she dressed.
When she still found him peacefully sleeping at the edge of her bed, blissful in sleep as only a man exhausted by his lover would be, she moved to straighten her apartment. If he still wasn’t awake when she’d finished that, she would simply have to leave him a note. But what would she say?
As she gathered the clothes that they’d left strewn about her tidy apartment - words filled her heart, somewhere out of memory and time. She hastily scribbled the words down on paper - smiling satisfactorily, knowing that only one Larry Fleinhardt could appreciate such sentiments as these she’d written. Leaving the note on the pillow beside him, she slowly bent down and kissed his forehead. She smiled sweetly as he sighed in sleep, adjusting under her advances. Another brush of her hand over his hair and she turned to leave...
His eyes were barely open when he reached for her but instead found only a slip of paper. He forced his eyes to open fully, shielding himself momentarily against the bright sunlight filtering into the room around him before he read:
“You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
I’ll see you tonight. All My Love, M…
And despite the cold, vast emptiness of the bed beside him, he smiled…and then tried to remember where he’d left his clothing.
Title: Letting Go
Characters/Pairings: Megan/Larry
Rating: PG-13 (adult situations)
Word Count: 1,009
Summary: After several declined invitations, he finally takes her home...
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: This is the first fic I wrote strictly from a non-original female character's point of view. Prompt #14, Quote:
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
~Anna Akhmatova~
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
Maybe he had planned it this way. Maybe, somehow, his understanding of the atmosphere had let him in on some clue…some secret. Maybe he had wanted to walk back to her place after dinner because he knew the sky would open up and the two would be caught in a down pour, Megan thought to herself as she stood now before him - dripping water from her hair, her nose, her shirt. She looked at him then. She really looked at him and there was a light in his eyes that let her know he was enjoying more than just the way her clothes were sticking to her, and the way the cold rain water aroused her senses and forced her hardened nipples to press almost painfully against her t-shirt. There was a hunger in his eyes. It was a hunger she’d been waiting to see. Maybe this really had been his plan all along…his way of getting her out of her clothes - despite the way she’d offered herself to him numerous times before this night.
With a look, he told her to wait where she was. This was a different side to Dr. Larry Fleinhardt - a side she’d not expected. There was a strength in him tonight…a commanding presence that made her body quiver in a way that had nothing to do with the chill she felt sinking into her bones. When he returned, he carried several large towels and before she could say a word, he stepped to her and instantly moved to dry her face and then her hair. He’d kissed her then, just gently enough to let her know there was more to come but first they each needed to get out of their clothes.
The rain made the material stick to the skin, and the amount of water made the clothes heavy - but they worked together, playfully tugging and touching - not beyond the stages of seduction as they undressed each other. When, for the first time they stood together - completely revealed to the other…he smiled at her. And something in his smile made her feel weak and feminine…and well…delicious, she thought. Tonight she didn’t have to be in charge. Tonight she didn’t have to be the strong one. Tonight all she needed was standing before her, offering her his hand. And then, as though he’d done it many times before, he led her to the bedroom - kissing her deeply as he pressed her body firmly against his own, lowering her gently onto the bed…
Thunder shook the rain from the windows even while the street lights outside cast shadows over their entangled bodies as once more she sighed his name, tightening her legs around him as he came to her a final time and she felt her own need give in to his. They clung to each other for what seemed like hours, letting their bodies crash together as they rode out the storm that had been waged between the sheets of her bed before Larry finally moved his weight from hers. She never left his grasp as he rolled to his side and then pulled her snugly back against him.
For all his idiosyncrasies, for all his talk about the cosmos, and his own ineptness with the human race - one thing was certain…Larry Fleinhardt knew how to please a woman. And he could do it more than once… well, three times actually - Megan thought with a contented sigh as she rested back against him, hearing the sound of his already even breathing coming from behind her…
He was still asleep when her phone rang. She didn’t have to look at the screen to know who was calling her. Work. It was always work interrupting her. This day especially she’d wanted to wake up in his arms, to see his eyes misty with sleep as he welcomed the morning sun after a long night of rain. But, there would have to be another morning for that she sighed as she moved to carefully unwrap herself from Larry’s clutches.
She didn’t want to just leave him. She wanted to hear his voice…to hear him speak some cosmological reference about his rather stellar performance last night. But she also couldn’t bear to wake him when he was sleeping so soundly. So with a glance at him over her shoulder, she disappeared into the bathroom. She showered quickly, though reluctant to wash away the scent of good sex, sweat, and the unusual aroma of his musky cologne before she dressed.
When she still found him peacefully sleeping at the edge of her bed, blissful in sleep as only a man exhausted by his lover would be, she moved to straighten her apartment. If he still wasn’t awake when she’d finished that, she would simply have to leave him a note. But what would she say?
As she gathered the clothes that they’d left strewn about her tidy apartment - words filled her heart, somewhere out of memory and time. She hastily scribbled the words down on paper - smiling satisfactorily, knowing that only one Larry Fleinhardt could appreciate such sentiments as these she’d written. Leaving the note on the pillow beside him, she slowly bent down and kissed his forehead. She smiled sweetly as he sighed in sleep, adjusting under her advances. Another brush of her hand over his hair and she turned to leave...
His eyes were barely open when he reached for her but instead found only a slip of paper. He forced his eyes to open fully, shielding himself momentarily against the bright sunlight filtering into the room around him before he read:
“You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
I’ll see you tonight. All My Love, M…
And despite the cold, vast emptiness of the bed beside him, he smiled…and then tried to remember where he’d left his clothing.