Fanfic: Sleep Spent
Title: Sleep Spent
Characters: Kate, Kate/Jack
Summary: Short drabble. Post The End. I swear I try to write happy stuff and it turns out angsty. I cannot control it. It is a sickness, really.
Mornings are the hardest.
She was used to falling asleep without him because of his frequent long nights at the hospital. But every time she had gone to bed without his arms being around her waist and her head on his chest, at least, she did so knowing that when she wakes up he was going to be right there, on the other side of the bed. She would turn around in his embrace, snuggling closer, sinking into his warmth and watch him sleep. She cherished these moments she had the chance to steal every morning before he had to get up and rush into his hectic life. She loved having the chance to see him peaceful, even if it was for the shortest of moments, his lips slightly parted, she would have to fight the urge to trace over his handsome features, afraid to wake him up and be robbed of the sight in front of her.
Some mornings she would guilt him into staying in a bit longer using the excuse of him coming in late the night before and her going to bed without him. He would make up for it most mornings, with a wicked grin, rolling them over, and apologizing repeatedly until she forgot what it was he was apologizing for.
But that was before. That was then and this is now. And now her bed misses his presence when she goes to sleep every evening, and when she wakes up every morning.
Characters: Kate, Kate/Jack
Summary: Short drabble. Post The End. I swear I try to write happy stuff and it turns out angsty. I cannot control it. It is a sickness, really.
Mornings are the hardest.
She was used to falling asleep without him because of his frequent long nights at the hospital. But every time she had gone to bed without his arms being around her waist and her head on his chest, at least, she did so knowing that when she wakes up he was going to be right there, on the other side of the bed. She would turn around in his embrace, snuggling closer, sinking into his warmth and watch him sleep. She cherished these moments she had the chance to steal every morning before he had to get up and rush into his hectic life. She loved having the chance to see him peaceful, even if it was for the shortest of moments, his lips slightly parted, she would have to fight the urge to trace over his handsome features, afraid to wake him up and be robbed of the sight in front of her.
Some mornings she would guilt him into staying in a bit longer using the excuse of him coming in late the night before and her going to bed without him. He would make up for it most mornings, with a wicked grin, rolling them over, and apologizing repeatedly until she forgot what it was he was apologizing for.
But that was before. That was then and this is now. And now her bed misses his presence when she goes to sleep every evening, and when she wakes up every morning.