Post by Seek on Apr 3, 2011 3:54:58 GMT 10
Title: Don’t Fight It III
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 375
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Don’t Fight It III: Sometimes, Kel is tired of fighting. Sometimes, Jon wants to give in. The whole series is dedicated to muse, who inspired this. Set in the Agents universe where Jon and Kel are FBI agents.
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The song changes as the CD player moves on to the next track. There’s something about this proximity that makes Kel feel patently uncomfortable; there’s something about it that tests the way she’s come to grudgingly like the man who let Wyldon keep her as a probationary agent for far longer than any trainee should have been allowed to remain one.
“Meet me halfway,” Jon murmurs, and the hungry something smoulders in his eyes now, dark as the evening sky, and a cobalt blue with an intensity that cannot be denied. It’s an answer to her unasked question; the name of the song, and something more. For some reason, she sees to the heart of the question couched cleverly in his words, like the kernel at the heart of a single nut. So maybe they can’t do this, but as his fingers slide across her jaw, all her objections are melting away. They can’t do this. It’ll complicate matters.
“Since when aren’t things complicated?” Jon wants to know, and Kel doesn’t quite have an answer for that. Maybe she doesn’t want to answer it. He bows, a strangely formal motion that doesn’t seem so odd at night, with just the two of them in his lonely apartment and the music playing. He takes her hand in his. “May I have this dance?” he asks, eyes glinting mischievously, before he adds, “Just one dance. You know how to dance, I hope?” And then he is Jon again, the Jon she’s come to know, serious and yet a little playful, and so defiantly casual in the face of all professional rules. And there are rules, of course. They are partners, and partners can’t get involved with each other. It’s one of the things about being FBI. Roald would blow a gasket. Jon’s married – Jon was married.
In answer, Kel lets him lead the way. It is nothing formal, this dance, and she stumbles through some of the steps she’s half-forgotten. In the end, it is just the two of them, swaying to the music, free and vulnerable while the song lasts. Whatever has passed between them, they both know, belongs to dreams and the darkness: it must slip away, like a ghost, once the music ends.
QC: by Cassandra
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 375
Pairing: Jon/Kel
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Don’t Fight It III: Sometimes, Kel is tired of fighting. Sometimes, Jon wants to give in. The whole series is dedicated to muse, who inspired this. Set in the Agents universe where Jon and Kel are FBI agents.
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The song changes as the CD player moves on to the next track. There’s something about this proximity that makes Kel feel patently uncomfortable; there’s something about it that tests the way she’s come to grudgingly like the man who let Wyldon keep her as a probationary agent for far longer than any trainee should have been allowed to remain one.
“Meet me halfway,” Jon murmurs, and the hungry something smoulders in his eyes now, dark as the evening sky, and a cobalt blue with an intensity that cannot be denied. It’s an answer to her unasked question; the name of the song, and something more. For some reason, she sees to the heart of the question couched cleverly in his words, like the kernel at the heart of a single nut. So maybe they can’t do this, but as his fingers slide across her jaw, all her objections are melting away. They can’t do this. It’ll complicate matters.
“Since when aren’t things complicated?” Jon wants to know, and Kel doesn’t quite have an answer for that. Maybe she doesn’t want to answer it. He bows, a strangely formal motion that doesn’t seem so odd at night, with just the two of them in his lonely apartment and the music playing. He takes her hand in his. “May I have this dance?” he asks, eyes glinting mischievously, before he adds, “Just one dance. You know how to dance, I hope?” And then he is Jon again, the Jon she’s come to know, serious and yet a little playful, and so defiantly casual in the face of all professional rules. And there are rules, of course. They are partners, and partners can’t get involved with each other. It’s one of the things about being FBI. Roald would blow a gasket. Jon’s married – Jon was married.
In answer, Kel lets him lead the way. It is nothing formal, this dance, and she stumbles through some of the steps she’s half-forgotten. In the end, it is just the two of them, swaying to the music, free and vulnerable while the song lasts. Whatever has passed between them, they both know, belongs to dreams and the darkness: it must slip away, like a ghost, once the music ends.
QC: by Cassandra