Drabble and a Half: 'Inch Away'
Feb. 25th, 2008 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dwgmWow, we've been getting some great drabbles for the Inch theme this week. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cmgacrux wrote this one and posted it this morning, which inspired a sequel plot bunny that she kindly encouraged me to chase. Many thanks to her, and to hereswith for wee-hours editing!!
~ Inch Away ~
She’d been drinking, or she’d never have said it, maudlin and needy in the face of fate. She’d never have come to him at all, but when he’d caught and cornered her in that shadowed alcove, her eyes pleading, her wet cheeks flushed with more than just loss, he knew he had her.
The air had never been cleared between them. Her guilt and his wounded pride were the weight that held them apart, though it shackled them together, too. Most of the time she was pirate enough to set it aside. Most of the time he was good man enough to pretend he didn’t enjoy her weaker moments.
He’d been drinking, as well. But not enough.
So that inch brushed by, and he breathed into her ear, “It’s the rum talking, Lizzie.” Then he held her, until she’d calmed, and the weight, somewhat lessened, settled in place once more.
~.~
cmgacrux wrote this one and posted it this morning, which inspired a sequel plot bunny that she kindly encouraged me to chase. Many thanks to her, and to hereswith for wee-hours editing!!~ Inch Away ~
She’d been drinking, or she’d never have said it, maudlin and needy in the face of fate. She’d never have come to him at all, but when he’d caught and cornered her in that shadowed alcove, her eyes pleading, her wet cheeks flushed with more than just loss, he knew he had her.
The air had never been cleared between them. Her guilt and his wounded pride were the weight that held them apart, though it shackled them together, too. Most of the time she was pirate enough to set it aside. Most of the time he was good man enough to pretend he didn’t enjoy her weaker moments.
He’d been drinking, as well. But not enough.
So that inch brushed by, and he breathed into her ear, “It’s the rum talking, Lizzie.” Then he held her, until she’d calmed, and the weight, somewhat lessened, settled in place once more.
~.~