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amejisuto.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Nov. 5th, 2005 10:30 am)Title: Scar Tissue
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Pairing: Jim/Blair
Rating: mild R
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Spoilers for TSbyBS (sort of)
Summary: An early morning in the lives of Jim and Blair four years after TSbyBS.
Beta(s): Many thanks to the wonderful and talentedkitty_poker1 for putting up with my very weird brain! Lurve ya darlin! MWAH!
Notes: Okay, I wrote this drabble thing with Xander about a month and a half ago intending to make it a thing for a writing project due at the first of next month. It's not working out because I have all these short scenes in my head but to get them to go all together it would be way too long. So I'm going to do it in ficlets, and calling it Eavesdropping. And this, well it's part of it. It's about four years after the end of The Sentinel, and right after a certain town in Sunnydale went boom. For my Spander fans you can find information on The Sentinel here. Hope everyone will like the forthcoming madness from my brain.
Scar Tissue
There were times when Jim liked to wake up in the early, pre-dawn hours of the morning and just look at Blair. Reach out and trace his skin with his sense of touch turned all the way up so that Jim could feel ever bump and rough patch on his skin. Run his thumb along his jaw and feel where his beard was coming in.
It was what made this whole thing between them real for Jim. Being allowed to touch. To feel.
His hand would always stop over each and every scar that it found, whether it was a scrape from childhood or the gunshot wound that had grazed Blair on the arm just over a year ago.
There were so many scars, but the really big wounds were invisible. Etched on their soul. Alex had been one of them, and Blair's death at the fountain. The dissertation had been another, but over time those wounds had healed and they were still there. Still together. Nearly a decade living in each other's back pocket, fighting and laughing and sharing breakfasts while they both ignored the stench of Blair's stupid algae shakes.
And now, nearly three years as lovers. It had taken them over a year from the thesis mess to work out the problems in their friendship, the mutual feelings of anger and betrayal, but, once they had, other feelings had emerged. It still amazed Jim. Oh, not the fact that he loved Blair. Blair was very lovable. But the fact that Blair actually returned those feelings just astonished him sometimes. That was when he'd set his internal alarm clock so he could look and touch and smell to his heart's delight.
Jim heard Blair's heart speed up and his breathing get a bit more shallow and he knew his lover was waking up. He immediately put his head back down and quickly feigned sleep. Blair teased him if he was caught looking.
“Jim? Man? You are so not fooling me.”
Jim opened one eye and looked at the back of Blair's head, his hair adorably sleep-rumpled. “How'd you guess?”
“Man, I could feel your eyes staring at me. They’re like lasers.”
Jim chuckled. “I'll have to remember that, Chief, and not make the same mistake next time.”
“Jim, it is still dark outside. Either let me go back to sleep without you doing the creepy Sentinel Stalker thing you've got going on or fuck me so you can get tired and go back to sleep yourself.”
Blair wiggled, his body telling Jim which of those options he preferred, and Jim gasped and let his hand run down Blair's side, his fingers finding the patch of skin on the hip where Blair had met up with gravel at high speed and then going even lower.
“Gotta tell you, Chief, I love it when the boss gives us a day off.”
“We work for ourselves now, man. We are the boss.”
“Works out perfectly, doesn't it, then?”
Author:
amejisutoPairing: Jim/Blair
Rating: mild R
Disclaimer:Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Spoilers for TSbyBS (sort of)
Summary: An early morning in the lives of Jim and Blair four years after TSbyBS.
Beta(s): Many thanks to the wonderful and talented
kitty_poker1 for putting up with my very weird brain! Lurve ya darlin! MWAH! Notes: Okay, I wrote this drabble thing with Xander about a month and a half ago intending to make it a thing for a writing project due at the first of next month. It's not working out because I have all these short scenes in my head but to get them to go all together it would be way too long. So I'm going to do it in ficlets, and calling it Eavesdropping. And this, well it's part of it. It's about four years after the end of The Sentinel, and right after a certain town in Sunnydale went boom. For my Spander fans you can find information on The Sentinel here. Hope everyone will like the forthcoming madness from my brain.
Scar Tissue
There were times when Jim liked to wake up in the early, pre-dawn hours of the morning and just look at Blair. Reach out and trace his skin with his sense of touch turned all the way up so that Jim could feel ever bump and rough patch on his skin. Run his thumb along his jaw and feel where his beard was coming in.
It was what made this whole thing between them real for Jim. Being allowed to touch. To feel.
His hand would always stop over each and every scar that it found, whether it was a scrape from childhood or the gunshot wound that had grazed Blair on the arm just over a year ago.
There were so many scars, but the really big wounds were invisible. Etched on their soul. Alex had been one of them, and Blair's death at the fountain. The dissertation had been another, but over time those wounds had healed and they were still there. Still together. Nearly a decade living in each other's back pocket, fighting and laughing and sharing breakfasts while they both ignored the stench of Blair's stupid algae shakes.
And now, nearly three years as lovers. It had taken them over a year from the thesis mess to work out the problems in their friendship, the mutual feelings of anger and betrayal, but, once they had, other feelings had emerged. It still amazed Jim. Oh, not the fact that he loved Blair. Blair was very lovable. But the fact that Blair actually returned those feelings just astonished him sometimes. That was when he'd set his internal alarm clock so he could look and touch and smell to his heart's delight.
Jim heard Blair's heart speed up and his breathing get a bit more shallow and he knew his lover was waking up. He immediately put his head back down and quickly feigned sleep. Blair teased him if he was caught looking.
“Jim? Man? You are so not fooling me.”
Jim opened one eye and looked at the back of Blair's head, his hair adorably sleep-rumpled. “How'd you guess?”
“Man, I could feel your eyes staring at me. They’re like lasers.”
Jim chuckled. “I'll have to remember that, Chief, and not make the same mistake next time.”
“Jim, it is still dark outside. Either let me go back to sleep without you doing the creepy Sentinel Stalker thing you've got going on or fuck me so you can get tired and go back to sleep yourself.”
Blair wiggled, his body telling Jim which of those options he preferred, and Jim gasped and let his hand run down Blair's side, his fingers finding the patch of skin on the hip where Blair had met up with gravel at high speed and then going even lower.
“Gotta tell you, Chief, I love it when the boss gives us a day off.”
“We work for ourselves now, man. We are the boss.”
“Works out perfectly, doesn't it, then?”
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There were so many scars, but the really big wounds were invisible. Etched on their soul. Alex had been one of them, and Blair's death at the fountain. The dissertation had been another, but over time those wounds had healed and they were still there. Still together. Nearly a decade living in each other's back pocket, fighting and laughing and sharing breakfasts while they both ignored the stench of Blair's stupid algae shakes.
I have a lousy memory, but Blair's death happened before the end of TS, yet you say your fic takes place after the end of TS. Or did I miss an episode and Blair didn't die after all?
At any rate, if I gloss over that little part, I have to say this is intriguing and I look forward to reading more. I did enjoy it.
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If it helps you, there are transcripts here. (http://www.kelesa.net/transcripts/) And I'm glad you liked my little ficlet! Thanks!
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Somewhere or other I think you can download them. Ask on one of the Sentinel lists maybe. I don't know really. I haven't watched them that much, I've just read enough of the fanfiction to know what happened for the most part.
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Hee!
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