Author's Notes~ And this one, finally, is my own ficlet written for myself. Whispers of Love was my friend and the original Carson (in the GateWorld'Verse, both Carsons are alive), while Real Love is myself and Clone-Carson :)
Real Love
She smooths her Tartan skirt as she paces their quarters, waiting for him to return. Her brunette hair bounces as she spins on her heel and begins walking in the other direction. Absently, she braids her hair to one side and fastens it with the rubber band that usually circles her wrist.
She jumps as the door slides open behind her, and she spins around, running towards the person in the doorway. With a thud, she has landed with her arms wrapped around his middle. He smiles down at the top of her head and wraps his own arms around her.
He silently thanks the Ancients that she doesn't mind his being a clone, and that she loves him for who he is and does not care what he is. He smiles down at her as she looks up, and she can feel her heart melting inside when he smiles and his crystal clear blue eyes sparkle. He questions her with one look and the smile on her face confirms it.
As he holds her close and she clings to him, he leans down to lay a kiss on her lips, first gently and then with more passion. He sees her green eyes blazing as he kisses her, and he knows he has done right by her. As they break off the kiss, he lifts her into his arms and carries her out to their balcony.
He sits against the city wall, holding her on his lap, giving her comfort that he is there and will not leave her. When he must go off world, he misses her, and she worries for his safety. When they are together, those fears do fade away and let the passion take over.
This is real love.
The Morning After
She wakes on the balcony, still wrapped in his arms, and has no desire to remove herself from the situation. She snuggles up against his strong chest and she lies there with a smile on her face, absorbing the warmth of his body against hers.
The suns are only rising as she nestles her head in the crook of his neck where it fits so perfectly, and she watches the sky blaze pink and orange overhead. She feels like the luckiest girl on earth to be sitting here on the lap of the sweetest man in the city, wrapped in his muscular arms and wanting nothing more than what she has.
When he finally wakes, she looks up into his beautiful blue eyes with a smile, and without hesitation, he tips her head to face him, and he kisses her. She returns the kiss, her hand making its way to run through his soft brown hair. They break this kiss and she settles back against his chest once more, and there they sit, watching the suns rise over the spires of Atlantis.