Fic: Gratification
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dolevalanTitle: Gratification
Fandom/original: Original
Rating: PG
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rougen's prompt was "instant gratification."
“Why do you keep coming back here, Arthur?” she asked quietly. She wasn’t looking at him; the sunset threw her into silhouette, all except a faint halo where it streaked past her gold hair. And the distorted patterns cast by her martini glass, of course. “You’re not usually so… sentimental.”
He leaned back on the couch, draping his arms on the back. “Hell, angel. You objecting?”
She was smiling, he could tell, though she didn’t turn around. “I considered attempting to kill you again. If only for old times’ sake.”
“No one to pay you for it now, sunshine. Killing Arthur Sloane has fallen out of favor as a fashionable pastime.”
Finally, she looked at him, one perfect eyebrow arched as she leaned back against the sill. He met her gaze as she took him in, tired and open. “Well,” she finally said, “you did leave her.”
Arthur didn’t bother correcting her mistake. “Yeah. Well. Lucky me.”
She tilted her head at him. “Come here, a moment.”
He started to object, out of habit. But after a moment, he got up and moved over to the window. She slipped her arm around his waist, and reflexively he put his arm around her shoulders.
“Arthur Sloane, if I didn’t know better, I would say you missed me.”
He exhaled. “Well…”
She snorts. “Oh, don’t get nervous. I’m not going to rope you into anything.” She leaned against his shoulder. She fit there. “You understand me better than that.” Her lips quirked. “Don’t you.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t really need to. They watched the sun set together, quietly. Far from perfect – but uncomplicated. At least for this brief moment. After all… how uncomplicated, could matters be, between people with a history like theirs? Still and all... this one moment was simple, and fine, if not quite happy.
Fandom/original: Original
Rating: PG
A/N:
rougen's prompt was "instant gratification."“Why do you keep coming back here, Arthur?” she asked quietly. She wasn’t looking at him; the sunset threw her into silhouette, all except a faint halo where it streaked past her gold hair. And the distorted patterns cast by her martini glass, of course. “You’re not usually so… sentimental.”
He leaned back on the couch, draping his arms on the back. “Hell, angel. You objecting?”
She was smiling, he could tell, though she didn’t turn around. “I considered attempting to kill you again. If only for old times’ sake.”
“No one to pay you for it now, sunshine. Killing Arthur Sloane has fallen out of favor as a fashionable pastime.”
Finally, she looked at him, one perfect eyebrow arched as she leaned back against the sill. He met her gaze as she took him in, tired and open. “Well,” she finally said, “you did leave her.”
Arthur didn’t bother correcting her mistake. “Yeah. Well. Lucky me.”
She tilted her head at him. “Come here, a moment.”
He started to object, out of habit. But after a moment, he got up and moved over to the window. She slipped her arm around his waist, and reflexively he put his arm around her shoulders.
“Arthur Sloane, if I didn’t know better, I would say you missed me.”
He exhaled. “Well…”
She snorts. “Oh, don’t get nervous. I’m not going to rope you into anything.” She leaned against his shoulder. She fit there. “You understand me better than that.” Her lips quirked. “Don’t you.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t really need to. They watched the sun set together, quietly. Far from perfect – but uncomplicated. At least for this brief moment. After all… how uncomplicated, could matters be, between people with a history like theirs? Still and all... this one moment was simple, and fine, if not quite happy.
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Date: 2008-10-05 07:04 pm (UTC)And they do. Fit.