Slowly the warmth from Sirius’ body seeped through their clothes to her skin. His warm hands were comfortable, yet Cecilia sincerely doubted they were the only reason the warmth was spreading through her body this efficiently, due to the simple fact that it felt as if the heat was coming from somewhere deep inside of her. She closed her eyes, listened to his breathing, opening them only when his voice rumbled from his chest. A small smile appeared on her lips when he told her that he had missed it too, and she nodded in agreement that she should get some sleep. She was about to say something when he continued talking and her smile faltered a bit: she could sleep next to him, for warmth. Pure practicality, that was all.
Closing her eyes again, she swallowed down. Part of her was very aware that being stranded in the middle of a primordial wilderness without any means of contacting anybody wasn’t the ideal place to wonder about the feelings she had for the man she was with. It wasn’t the time or the place to feel sad that what they had once had now had simmered down to an awkward offer of keeping you warm at night, not to mention that it wasn’t the right time for her concerns about her attraction to two very different men to bubble to the surface. And still, no matter how hard she tried, her mind still turned in that direction. Maybe it was a form of self-defense, she thought, that thinking about something as trivial as her love life – or lack thereof – was easier to think about that what would happen if their magic didn’t return, if they didn’t make it back to the Settlement, if… if… if…
For a moment, she considered turning down Sirius’ offer of staying warm next to him. The nights she had kept warm by the fire, her thoughts had stayed on the right track, of how to stay alive, how to keep going and how and where to gather enough food to feed them both, interspersed only with vivid daydreams of the scalding hot showers she was going to have when she got home or the ice cold milk, her warm, soft bed, though more often than not, it was the thought of seeing Jamie that kept her going. Not tonight, though. Tonight her mind had returned to an earlier, though no less unwelcome, thought pattern.
“Wake me when you need some sleep?” she asked him quietly, trying to get her head back on track. “You need to sleep too, and I’ll be sure to wake you when the sun starts rising.” It didn’t work and slowly she slipped her free hand up to his cheek, turning his head gently as she tilted up her own and met his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “For warmth,” she whispered and lowered her head back to his shoulder again.
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Date: 2013-04-30 09:16 pm (UTC)Closing her eyes again, she swallowed down. Part of her was very aware that being stranded in the middle of a primordial wilderness without any means of contacting anybody wasn’t the ideal place to wonder about the feelings she had for the man she was with. It wasn’t the time or the place to feel sad that what they had once had now had simmered down to an awkward offer of keeping you warm at night, not to mention that it wasn’t the right time for her concerns about her attraction to two very different men to bubble to the surface. And still, no matter how hard she tried, her mind still turned in that direction. Maybe it was a form of self-defense, she thought, that thinking about something as trivial as her love life – or lack thereof – was easier to think about that what would happen if their magic didn’t return, if they didn’t make it back to the Settlement, if… if… if…
For a moment, she considered turning down Sirius’ offer of staying warm next to him. The nights she had kept warm by the fire, her thoughts had stayed on the right track, of how to stay alive, how to keep going and how and where to gather enough food to feed them both, interspersed only with vivid daydreams of the scalding hot showers she was going to have when she got home or the ice cold milk, her warm, soft bed, though more often than not, it was the thought of seeing Jamie that kept her going. Not tonight, though. Tonight her mind had returned to an earlier, though no less unwelcome, thought pattern.
“Wake me when you need some sleep?” she asked him quietly, trying to get her head back on track. “You need to sleep too, and I’ll be sure to wake you when the sun starts rising.” It didn’t work and slowly she slipped her free hand up to his cheek, turning his head gently as she tilted up her own and met his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “For warmth,” she whispered and lowered her head back to his shoulder again.