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 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.