lady_bols: (s3 resigned)
lady_bols ([personal profile] lady_bols) wrote2012-06-18 02:59 pm
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[oom] 3x07 (iv)

Whenever Alex needs a moment to gather her thoughts, she writes.  Usually, her notes are disjointed, a noun here, a verb there.  Names, places, emotions.  She prefers to use the tape to keep her journal.  It's easier when she thinks she's talking to someone else. (Molly.  Where is Molly now?  Where is Gene?)

He's down there with his team, but she knows he'll be coming up those stairs soon.  She's left her shoes on, tidied up the place a bit, actually made the bed for once.  Not that she's slept in it for months.  

She feels him before she hears the knock at the door.  Like a change in the air just before a summer storm, or that sensation you get when know someone else is in the room even if you can't see them.  He has a presence about him.  Always has.  

She puts her notebook away in the bookshelf, and crosses the living room to her front door.  For some reason, she checks the peephole at the door, even though she already knows who it is.  She's not sure why, but the butterflies in her stomach feel more like fear than anticipation.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes ...Say What Now?)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn’t what he was expecting her to say. He pauses to make sure he heard her right. And then;

‘No! Gene Hunt does not dance.'

He sits around and drinks. If she needs a demonstration of that fact, he’s doing it right now.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Start of Dance)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He’s still seated because he’s drinking. But as soon as the music comes on, everything shifts. Because this is what happens on dates, isn’t it? Dinner, drinks, dancing, and then...

‘OK.’ He plants one foot on the floor. ‘Let’s get the dancin’ out of the way.’

As if this had been a foregone conclusion all the time. As if his throat hasn’t gone a bit dry, despite the amount of beer he’s poured down it.

He takes her hand, and follows her to the middle of the room. Her hand is warm in his. There’s a brief moment when they arrange themselves; he’s wondering if this is the slow dance it should be. But she seems to have no qualms about them sharing space, and he sure as hell doesn’t.

He’s been dreaming about holding her this close for three years. The butterflies inside ramp their action up a bit, but he’s not complaining.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Dancing with Alex)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The conversation they just had melts away. The nightmare of today fades to black. This whole awful year - doesn’t matter. She’s holding his hand, she’s pressed against him, her mouth is an inch from his cheek. And she’s looking at him. He glances at her, then away. But he can’t help looking back, and she’s still there. She’s leaning in so close he can feel her breath on his neck - and then their eyes catch, and he can’t look away.

He doesn’t know what to do with the tension. He’s always backed away from emotional stuff, and he doesn’t know how he should act here. So he does what he always does.

‘You got any Herb Alpert?’
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Head on Shoulder)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He’s glad she doesn’t fall for his deflection. Because when she says ‘no’, he gives in. This is what he wants, and it’s OK to let it show. It’s the most natural thing in the world to tilt his head to the side, and give her room to rest on his shoulder. It’s the most natural thing in the world to let her settle on him, and then lock them together with his cheek nearly brushing her hair. The nerves subside finally, turn to excitement because this is right, and it’s OK to listen to the music, and enjoy her body against his. Just as, a long moment later, it feels right to turn his head, and press a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Kiss/So Close)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels it too. Just before her head comes up, there’s a moment when his cheek rests against her forehead and he just breathes. Relief, and desire, and then she looks into his eyes and he looks back. Their movement slows, almost stops, and his gaze falls to her lips, her breath ghosts across his mouth and he lets his eyes close because this is everything he’s been waiting for, everything he’s hoped for for three years and it’s finally happening. She’s an inch away, and it’s finally happening.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Broken in Tux)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)

But of course.

Of course.

He breathes out, and swallows, trying to get a handle on himself and tamp down the flare of anger at the same time. Why can’t the world just sod off for One Bloody Night. Half an inch, less, from finally getting there and...this.

He lets go of her hand, but doesn’t step away. She might (won’t) ignore the knock. It could be important (he knows who it is); all he can do is hope the moment isn’t lost, and she’ll come back to him.