So, I fell in love with Whitechapel, and this just came to me. I hope it is ok, as I have read some amazing stories, and my is no where near as good, but it just came to me and I want to share it with amazing people who love it just as much.
Disclaimer: I do not own Whitechapel. ITV does.
The Dream
Long, brown curls were swaying on the edges of his dream. Above him he could almost feel the weight of the other body, of fingers making
trails on his arms, of lips kissing the dip of the throat, slowly pushing the tongue along the neck. His mouth finally found the other mouth, and
pressed a firm, close mouthed kiss upon them. He could feel the other mouth forming into a smile, and he opened his eyes to see a pair of large
brown eyes that looked all too familiar. Confusion seeped into his heart. The man with brown curls and incredibly brown eyes brought lips to his
ear, and wetly, hotly whispered.
"It's all right…"
At that moment the sound of an alarm clock jerked him from sleep, and the first thing that was on his mind had been: What the fuck.
The Chair
"Tea, Sir." Blond man stirred from his thoughts.
"Yes. Thank you." He said without looking up, gesturing vaguely to his desk. He waited for the young man to leave his office, and only then did
he look up. His eyes locked up with the eyes of the younger man, something hungry from the deep of his belly churned, and it must have
showed for the younger man blushed, and gulped, his Adam apple bobbing in the process. Memory of the dream came back to him, and as he
groaned the younger man took a step back, hitting the chair that he hadn't seen behind him, tumbling with it and feel.
"Oh my god." The blond man jumped from his desk, but by the time he came to the younger man, he was already being ushered up.
"You are such a moppet, Kent." His colleague said , laughingly. Kent face was red from embarrassment.
"Are you alright Emerson?" Chandler's use of Kent's first name made everyone turn their heads and face them.
Kent's eyes snapped open and he was frozen between the the motions of trying to close his mouth and the inability of his brain to process the
action. Chandler didn't seem to pick up his slip, and took Kent by the elbow in an obvious attempt to steady him. Neither of them noticed that
their colleagues seem to be having a silent eyes conversation at the same tame that this was happening. A stern look from the DS sent Mansell
out of the office, leaving the chair on the ground; the other two seemed more busied and interested in the papers on their desks more than
ever.
Did he just called me Emerson, young man thought to himself, and is he holding me right now.
"Ummm…" Chandler seemed to be regaining some of his composure as he released the hold on DC elbow.
"I… Hope you are alright."
"Yeah…" Kent smiled although dazedly, "I'm alright." Then he proceeded to check himself out to see that he really was.
"Alright." He confirmed.
Chandler was appraising him too, inhaling a small, short breath, and the memories, and sensations from his dream flooded back. Fighting the urge to grab Kent and do something completely inappropriate to him; he nodded, and briskly went to his office shutting the door with a loud bang.
