Endless similies and fluff.
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franklin_bashTitle: Everything.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the entities mentioned in this fiction.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Peter/Jared.
It wasn't like it happened overnight. There wasn't a point when they decided to be whatever they were. Through years and months and weeks they crossed boundaries and broke rules and learned to live again, and sometimes they tripped but they never fell because there was always a hand to hold on to and someone who'd catch you around the waist and twirl you around and it felt like fireworks in a cold, dark November sky, unexpected and blinding.
It wasn't normal, speaking without words and trusting so hard that they were practically breaking each other with the unsaid words and love and anyone who'd seen the way they Peter looked at Jared would tell you that they were more than the world to each other, they were happiness and love and life and it was impossible to think they'd ever be anything else. Whatever happened, however hard, however far, there was always home and a warm embrace and sometimes that was all it took.
Jared would take Peter's hand and intertwine their fingers and look up with that slow smile or Peter wrap Jared in his arms and press their foreheads together so their noses were touching and Jared would always say that Peter's head was huge and Peter would laugh while Jared smiled that little half-smile, and invariably it'd widen as Peter's lips, soft and warm, ghosted over his.
They changed like clay being molded, always stretched or turned into something completely new but always the same inside. Whatever Peter needed, Jared gave with reckless abandon. A trail of warm kisses down his neck or fingertips touching under a conference table, a quirking of lips or a soft hum against Peter's chest, curled up in his lap, content and warm.
Jared was always cautious to ask for anything, lowering his head, mumbling could he sleep in Peter's bed tonight because he'd had a really bad day and it was never just about the sex unless they were drunk after a hard case because who needed sex if they could just wrap themselves around each other and Peter could feel Jared mumbling into his skin, that soft blond hair tickling the crook of Peter's neck.
Whatever they were was like waking up early one morning when you've only slept for three hours but can't go back to sleep and you open the window at five in the morning and everything that was dead in the night when you drifted off into sleep is alive and thriving and beautiful and fresh and you never want it to end. It was living and thriving and moths rushing up to light even though it'll probably kill them sooner or later but they need it because it's the only actual happiness they'd ever had and who could care about anything else when it's the best feeling in the world wrapped around you and muttering against your lips, hands threaded through your hair?
It wasn't like it just happened all of a sudden, the nibbling on Peter's ear just to hear him quietly moan or the long, slender fingers trailing along an arm. The lines of beginnings and ends blurred slowly until they they couldn't recognize if it had been always, but it was definitely forever and they said it with fingers defly combing over smooth skin, feet and knrees and thighs pressed together under tables, and gently whispered words saying I love you in the night.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the entities mentioned in this fiction.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Peter/Jared.
It wasn't like it happened overnight. There wasn't a point when they decided to be whatever they were. Through years and months and weeks they crossed boundaries and broke rules and learned to live again, and sometimes they tripped but they never fell because there was always a hand to hold on to and someone who'd catch you around the waist and twirl you around and it felt like fireworks in a cold, dark November sky, unexpected and blinding.
It wasn't normal, speaking without words and trusting so hard that they were practically breaking each other with the unsaid words and love and anyone who'd seen the way they Peter looked at Jared would tell you that they were more than the world to each other, they were happiness and love and life and it was impossible to think they'd ever be anything else. Whatever happened, however hard, however far, there was always home and a warm embrace and sometimes that was all it took.
Jared would take Peter's hand and intertwine their fingers and look up with that slow smile or Peter wrap Jared in his arms and press their foreheads together so their noses were touching and Jared would always say that Peter's head was huge and Peter would laugh while Jared smiled that little half-smile, and invariably it'd widen as Peter's lips, soft and warm, ghosted over his.
They changed like clay being molded, always stretched or turned into something completely new but always the same inside. Whatever Peter needed, Jared gave with reckless abandon. A trail of warm kisses down his neck or fingertips touching under a conference table, a quirking of lips or a soft hum against Peter's chest, curled up in his lap, content and warm.
Jared was always cautious to ask for anything, lowering his head, mumbling could he sleep in Peter's bed tonight because he'd had a really bad day and it was never just about the sex unless they were drunk after a hard case because who needed sex if they could just wrap themselves around each other and Peter could feel Jared mumbling into his skin, that soft blond hair tickling the crook of Peter's neck.
Whatever they were was like waking up early one morning when you've only slept for three hours but can't go back to sleep and you open the window at five in the morning and everything that was dead in the night when you drifted off into sleep is alive and thriving and beautiful and fresh and you never want it to end. It was living and thriving and moths rushing up to light even though it'll probably kill them sooner or later but they need it because it's the only actual happiness they'd ever had and who could care about anything else when it's the best feeling in the world wrapped around you and muttering against your lips, hands threaded through your hair?
It wasn't like it just happened all of a sudden, the nibbling on Peter's ear just to hear him quietly moan or the long, slender fingers trailing along an arm. The lines of beginnings and ends blurred slowly until they they couldn't recognize if it had been always, but it was definitely forever and they said it with fingers defly combing over smooth skin, feet and knrees and thighs pressed together under tables, and gently whispered words saying I love you in the night.
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Date: 2011-07-06 02:05 am (UTC)they couldn't recognize if it had been always, but it was definitely forever
I really like this. All of it, but especially that bit.
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Date: 2011-07-12 06:09 am (UTC)I really liked that line, such a gorgeous image...
WAFF all over this fic, I love it!!!
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