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Drabble--For Her Alone
It's actually a double drabble--just under 200 words. Not my customary pairing, but one that's captured my attention recently. A longer piece may be in the offing.
Title: For Her Alone
Rating: PG
Pairing: James/Elizabeth
Disclaimer: Anything that appears to belong to the Mouse does, in fact, belong to the Mouse.
Summary: When you really come to know someone, you come to love them. A husband and wife share a quiet moment at the end of the day. Written for Black Pearl Sails drabble challenge "Hair."
Feedback: Yes, please.
For Her Alone
He’s folded his Navy jacket over the back of a chair, and shed sword-belt, pistol, and hat beside it; he stands in his shirtsleeves, frowning a little, his gaze abstracted. Elizabeth comes to him and slips her hands under the half-unbuttoned uniform shirt to run slow fingers over his skin, pausing briefly at the knotted scar on his left side where-almost a year ago, now-a privateer’s bullet barely missed his heart.
At her touch her husband draws a long breath, his expression relaxing; he’s looking down at her now with that faintly foolish smile, a smile that he saves for her alone, and her own heart contracts. Without the officer’s wig, his dark hair is tousled damply like a boy’s, the unruly forelock falling over his eyes as he bends to kiss her. She reaches up to brush it back off his face, smoothing the last worried creases from his brow, and he laughs softly against her mouth.
She never expected she’d come to love him for these things, the parts of him no one else sees.
Sometimes, like tonight, it’s enough to make her forget what she’s lost to the sea, to a pirate’s life.
Title: For Her Alone
Rating: PG
Pairing: James/Elizabeth
Disclaimer: Anything that appears to belong to the Mouse does, in fact, belong to the Mouse.
Summary: When you really come to know someone, you come to love them. A husband and wife share a quiet moment at the end of the day. Written for Black Pearl Sails drabble challenge "Hair."
Feedback: Yes, please.
For Her Alone
He’s folded his Navy jacket over the back of a chair, and shed sword-belt, pistol, and hat beside it; he stands in his shirtsleeves, frowning a little, his gaze abstracted. Elizabeth comes to him and slips her hands under the half-unbuttoned uniform shirt to run slow fingers over his skin, pausing briefly at the knotted scar on his left side where-almost a year ago, now-a privateer’s bullet barely missed his heart.
At her touch her husband draws a long breath, his expression relaxing; he’s looking down at her now with that faintly foolish smile, a smile that he saves for her alone, and her own heart contracts. Without the officer’s wig, his dark hair is tousled damply like a boy’s, the unruly forelock falling over his eyes as he bends to kiss her. She reaches up to brush it back off his face, smoothing the last worried creases from his brow, and he laughs softly against her mouth.
She never expected she’d come to love him for these things, the parts of him no one else sees.
Sometimes, like tonight, it’s enough to make her forget what she’s lost to the sea, to a pirate’s life.