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nirix5W/S/N Drabble
Suggested soundtrack: "Secret" by Maroon 5
Sara throws her bag to the floor in the hallway, walks through the cool gray walls of Nick’s house to the living room.
He’s standing by the sliding glass door that leads to the patio; she can see his reflection in the glass as his eyes follow the clouds scudding low across the sky. One of those rare cloudy days you get in the desert. The dim light of the morning makes the walls seem darker than usual. She crosses the floor to him, wrapping her arms around him; resting her forehead against his shoulder.
“I hate this,” she whispers into his shirt.
His hands cover hers but she doesn’t see his soft smile. Dark brown eyes flick down to their linked hands for a moment before he turns his attention back to the backyard.
Another shape moves, dimly, in the glass. He feels Sara press tighter against him as Warrick slides his hands around her waist, pushing her forward. Against his back he can feel Warrick’s left hand skim up Sara’s abdomen, spreading out, his fingers tracing her ribcage. The other hand has made its way into his, and Nick lightly traces Warrick’s joint with his thumb.
“Nothing’s gonna change, Sara,” Warrick whispers in her ear, ticking the junction of her neck and her jaw with his lips. He can feel Sara shiver between them as Warrick runs along the curve of her hip with his nails.
“We’re just going to be better rested than you,” Nick adds, and the reflection of his devilish grin is the brightest thing in the room.
First in a series?
Suggested soundtrack: "Secret" by Maroon 5
Sara throws her bag to the floor in the hallway, walks through the cool gray walls of Nick’s house to the living room.
He’s standing by the sliding glass door that leads to the patio; she can see his reflection in the glass as his eyes follow the clouds scudding low across the sky. One of those rare cloudy days you get in the desert. The dim light of the morning makes the walls seem darker than usual. She crosses the floor to him, wrapping her arms around him; resting her forehead against his shoulder.
“I hate this,” she whispers into his shirt.
His hands cover hers but she doesn’t see his soft smile. Dark brown eyes flick down to their linked hands for a moment before he turns his attention back to the backyard.
Another shape moves, dimly, in the glass. He feels Sara press tighter against him as Warrick slides his hands around her waist, pushing her forward. Against his back he can feel Warrick’s left hand skim up Sara’s abdomen, spreading out, his fingers tracing her ribcage. The other hand has made its way into his, and Nick lightly traces Warrick’s joint with his thumb.
“Nothing’s gonna change, Sara,” Warrick whispers in her ear, ticking the junction of her neck and her jaw with his lips. He can feel Sara shiver between them as Warrick runs along the curve of her hip with his nails.
“We’re just going to be better rested than you,” Nick adds, and the reflection of his devilish grin is the brightest thing in the room.
First in a series?
