Part 02 - Raining Chapter 01 - Conflict
I stand looking out over the complex through the window. It has never seemed so gloomy and deserted through the sheets of rain I can just barely see the TARDIS. I wish we hadn't fought, I wish he hadn't yelled. He has been so angry the last two days. I know what is bothering him has to do with the war but he won't tell me what, or why. It was a bowl, a stupid bowl. I just don't know what it was that set him off about it breaking. The universe has really dealt him lousy cards yet still he keeps going and sometimes I can see it in his eyes how dreadfully alone he is and I just want to hold him draw him near to me and never let him go, never let anything hurt him again. The war took a part of him and I know he doesn't think he will get it back. I just wish he would let me in, let me give him comfort instead of keeping me firmly outside his leather armor. I just know if he would let me in together we'll mend his hearts
I can take the silent pounding of the rain no more. Collecting an umbrella I head out into the steady rain thankful that there is virtually no wind. It's quiet other then the steady drone of the rain as I navigate down the stairs and I can't help but think about how much this man has changed my life literally overnight. I look out over courtyard as I reach the landing and I think of how very small things seem now. This complex was most of my life not more then a few weeks ago. Now my whole life is a broken man and a blue box that put the universe at my fingertips. As I reach the bottom of the stair I come to a decision. I am going to show him exactly what he means to me, find some way to get beneath that shell that as much locks him in as the rest of the world out. I sware to myself I will stick it out to the very end and insure he lets me in because I know he is worth whatever it takes
As I walk toward the TARDIS I notice a movement off to the right in the narrow walkway between buildings. Somehow I know it's him and he has been watching me since I left the flat. Why he is standing in the rain I am not sure but as I turn to approach him his eyes lock on mine and I almost stumble under the power of that gaze as I come to a halt not ten feet from him. There is something I have never seen in his eyes before, something intense that suddenly makes me wet for the want of him an almost physical craving to touch him takes over my senses. I feel myself slowly walking toward him as if almost in a dream. His eyes never waver and I am sure he never blinks as he just continues to draw me in closer to him. Till finally I get close enough to see what it is that makes him look so very intense his eyes have changed to the most intense blue I have ever seen with glittery flecks of gold that seem to almost languidly swirl around in their vividly blue containers if I had any question before of his alienness it was banish by those beautiful blue eyes. He says not a word only continues to look at me as a starving man might eye a banquet he can only view but in which he cannot partake. All the time his eyes beg for that which his lips will not.
Quietly I state, offering all that I am even as I do "You can stand under my umbrella." As I reach out my hand to him hoping he understands I am offering more then to just temporarily shelter his body from the rain.
He pauses just a moment focusing on me his gaze with laser like intensity then nodding once he reaches for my hand gripping it as if it is a lifeline that might be snatched back. Then realizing the tightness of his grip as I wince ever so slightly he loosens his grip a small bit, but not so much that I would have even the smallest doubt about his decision to reach out, even as he moves in close enough to be sheltered from the rain. I turn and guide him toward the TARDIS and not a word is said as we move and enter.
The door closes behind us shutting out the rain and the gloom and I close and put down the umbrella. He is standing watching me unmoved from the spot where I released his hand as still as a statue the only indication of his awareness the movement of his eyes as he tracks my movements making it very clear the next step is mine.
Moving ever so slowly I close the distance between us. "Your soaked through" I state as I move my hand across his chest over his soaked navy jumper and I continue to move my hand till I can slowly pull back his leather jacket. He watches not stopping me as I pull it off and place it to the side as if waiting for something only he can identify. Nervously I move my hands to his waist hesitating momentarily to give him time to pull away or otherwise break the enchantment of this moment. As he doesn't draw away I am encouraged and slowly move my hands up under the soggy jumper and feel his slight intake of breath causing my eyes to return to his, his desire for me to continue clearly written for me to see.
So I slowly slide my hands up his torso separating the jumper from his body till I can go no further without his action and act he does reaching down to the fabric I have gathered up his body he slips the jumper off over his head and drops it to the floor, all interest in the garment lost at it's release from his hand. His eyes again riveted to mine. I reach up and gently caress his cheek and he tilts his head into it and closes his eyes. I take the moment freed from from his intense gaze to move in and kiss him. As if released from a spell his hands come up pulling me in tightly to his body and deepening the kiss.
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I can take the silent pounding of the rain no more. Collecting an umbrella I head out into the steady rain thankful that there is virtually no wind. It's quiet other then the steady drone of the rain as I navigate down the stairs and I can't help but think about how much this man has changed my life literally overnight. I look out over courtyard as I reach the landing and I think of how very small things seem now. This complex was most of my life not more then a few weeks ago. Now my whole life is a broken man and a blue box that put the universe at my fingertips. As I reach the bottom of the stair I come to a decision. I am going to show him exactly what he means to me, find some way to get beneath that shell that as much locks him in as the rest of the world out. I sware to myself I will stick it out to the very end and insure he lets me in because I know he is worth whatever it takes
As I walk toward the TARDIS I notice a movement off to the right in the narrow walkway between buildings. Somehow I know it's him and he has been watching me since I left the flat. Why he is standing in the rain I am not sure but as I turn to approach him his eyes lock on mine and I almost stumble under the power of that gaze as I come to a halt not ten feet from him. There is something I have never seen in his eyes before, something intense that suddenly makes me wet for the want of him an almost physical craving to touch him takes over my senses. I feel myself slowly walking toward him as if almost in a dream. His eyes never waver and I am sure he never blinks as he just continues to draw me in closer to him. Till finally I get close enough to see what it is that makes him look so very intense his eyes have changed to the most intense blue I have ever seen with glittery flecks of gold that seem to almost languidly swirl around in their vividly blue containers if I had any question before of his alienness it was banish by those beautiful blue eyes. He says not a word only continues to look at me as a starving man might eye a banquet he can only view but in which he cannot partake. All the time his eyes beg for that which his lips will not.
Quietly I state, offering all that I am even as I do "You can stand under my umbrella." As I reach out my hand to him hoping he understands I am offering more then to just temporarily shelter his body from the rain.
He pauses just a moment focusing on me his gaze with laser like intensity then nodding once he reaches for my hand gripping it as if it is a lifeline that might be snatched back. Then realizing the tightness of his grip as I wince ever so slightly he loosens his grip a small bit, but not so much that I would have even the smallest doubt about his decision to reach out, even as he moves in close enough to be sheltered from the rain. I turn and guide him toward the TARDIS and not a word is said as we move and enter.
The door closes behind us shutting out the rain and the gloom and I close and put down the umbrella. He is standing watching me unmoved from the spot where I released his hand as still as a statue the only indication of his awareness the movement of his eyes as he tracks my movements making it very clear the next step is mine.
Moving ever so slowly I close the distance between us. "Your soaked through" I state as I move my hand across his chest over his soaked navy jumper and I continue to move my hand till I can slowly pull back his leather jacket. He watches not stopping me as I pull it off and place it to the side as if waiting for something only he can identify. Nervously I move my hands to his waist hesitating momentarily to give him time to pull away or otherwise break the enchantment of this moment. As he doesn't draw away I am encouraged and slowly move my hands up under the soggy jumper and feel his slight intake of breath causing my eyes to return to his, his desire for me to continue clearly written for me to see.
So I slowly slide my hands up his torso separating the jumper from his body till I can go no further without his action and act he does reaching down to the fabric I have gathered up his body he slips the jumper off over his head and drops it to the floor, all interest in the garment lost at it's release from his hand. His eyes again riveted to mine. I reach up and gently caress his cheek and he tilts his head into it and closes his eyes. I take the moment freed from from his intense gaze to move in and kiss him. As if released from a spell his hands come up pulling me in tightly to his body and deepening the kiss.
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