Ficlet: Incursion

Mar 22, 2011 21:02

I seem to be running a week late on prompts. Oh well, hereunder something for last week...

Title: Incursion
Prompt: Trespass
Setting: mid s6
Rating: Call it PG13? Sex is in the air, but not on the screen.
Words: 150



She's awake.

He's asleep. (Dead still - how else could he be?)

Fingers creep into personal space.

Her hand, golden brown, warm, living, looks like an intruder against his pallor. She traces his ribs, too sharp against his skin. He takes more care of her than of himself. His belly is concave, even in his relaxed sprawl. Her hand sits there, comfortably.

She can feel the edge of crisp hair against her thumb. If she moves, it will be an outright caress. He's asleep. Hasn't invited this touch.

What's she waiting for? An invitation? Like he hasn't asked for her hands before. Begged for them. She has rights of access to this territory, for as long as she wants them.

So she trespasses into touch. He arches into her fingers, sudden movement transforming him from corpse to life. He's smiling as his eyes open.

She should invade his privacy more often.

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creator: brutti ma buoni, medium: fic, setting: b6

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