Title: Waking Up
Author: Amanda
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They belong to Hank. All I do is manipulate to do what I want
Summary: In that state between awake and asleep, sometimes you remember more than you should
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The light from the rising sun filtered in to the room slowly. Small lines made by the blinds became more pronounced against the fading rug and the form of a body rising and falling under a deep blue comforter.
Samantha Spade didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay there forever wrapped up in warmth and comfort. If she concentrated hard enough, she could still smell the aroma of his cologne lingering in the covers.
Once she could properly wake up, she would think back on her early morning routine and realize that it was probably her mind playing tricks on her. It has been more then four years since he was there, caressing her, taking her to levels she never could possibly reach again.
But in that stage of being awake and being asleep, she could believe he was next to her, stealing her half of the blankets and snoring in this incredibly cute and sexy way.
She would giggle when she woke up, could she have been so enamored that she could think snoring was sexy. She would think that her brain needed to be checked, or that at least she needed to stop thinking him. But every morning, in that peaceful state, she would always think his snoring is sexy.
If she concentrated hard enough, she could still remember every breath of his that passed over her body. She could still remember every touch and caress that he romanced her with. Memories of his arm flopping onto her stomach whenever he tossed and turned still laid fresh in her mind.
All she could remember when she awoke was the best moments or the funniest. Like the time he teased her with a feather, thinking it would make her squeal. Squeal it did, for he tried that move at 3 in the morning, a few hours after she had fallen into blissful sleep.
His voice played like a recorder inside her head as she was waking up. She still laughed at the time he was mumbling about bats in his sleep. She had been groggy, waking up after a car had honked outside her window, but it wasn't useless, losing sleep because of it. She had heard mumbling. Thinking he was up also, she leaned closer only to hear, "Mmm. Bat. Wonderful Sam." He always had denied it, she never figured out what it meant.
When she sat at breakfast eating soggy cereal from a plain brown wooden table from IKEA, all she could remember was the important stuff he said. Like when he said she was beautiful, or when he would softly scream her name during moments of love and intensity.
She could feel him kiss her cheek or her forehead. She could feel the small stuff, like when he would caress her cheek softly, or slowly push her blonde hair back behind her ear. Those memories didn't count as ones that she could only remember in this state. She could remember them awake as well.
But now, he was gone. He went back to the wife, saying that it would be better for his girls if they stayed together. She didn't she how constant bickering outweighed divorce, but she never got her chance to ask.
He transferred, moving his family to some random small city in some random state. He had gone without telling her. She had been on some case at the time, out of the state with Danny, trailing what had ended up being a dead end.
So she lay there, slowly waking up, saying a soft goodbye to Jack Malone. It was always easy to believe he was there. With all the memories, it was a disappointment when she woke up to find he wasn't.
She didn't mind that much though, she knew that one day, he would return to her. She wouldn't have to remember the old; she could just wake up and experience the new.
Author: Amanda
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They belong to Hank. All I do is manipulate to do what I want
Summary: In that state between awake and asleep, sometimes you remember more than you should
***
The light from the rising sun filtered in to the room slowly. Small lines made by the blinds became more pronounced against the fading rug and the form of a body rising and falling under a deep blue comforter.
Samantha Spade didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay there forever wrapped up in warmth and comfort. If she concentrated hard enough, she could still smell the aroma of his cologne lingering in the covers.
Once she could properly wake up, she would think back on her early morning routine and realize that it was probably her mind playing tricks on her. It has been more then four years since he was there, caressing her, taking her to levels she never could possibly reach again.
But in that stage of being awake and being asleep, she could believe he was next to her, stealing her half of the blankets and snoring in this incredibly cute and sexy way.
She would giggle when she woke up, could she have been so enamored that she could think snoring was sexy. She would think that her brain needed to be checked, or that at least she needed to stop thinking him. But every morning, in that peaceful state, she would always think his snoring is sexy.
If she concentrated hard enough, she could still remember every breath of his that passed over her body. She could still remember every touch and caress that he romanced her with. Memories of his arm flopping onto her stomach whenever he tossed and turned still laid fresh in her mind.
All she could remember when she awoke was the best moments or the funniest. Like the time he teased her with a feather, thinking it would make her squeal. Squeal it did, for he tried that move at 3 in the morning, a few hours after she had fallen into blissful sleep.
His voice played like a recorder inside her head as she was waking up. She still laughed at the time he was mumbling about bats in his sleep. She had been groggy, waking up after a car had honked outside her window, but it wasn't useless, losing sleep because of it. She had heard mumbling. Thinking he was up also, she leaned closer only to hear, "Mmm. Bat. Wonderful Sam." He always had denied it, she never figured out what it meant.
When she sat at breakfast eating soggy cereal from a plain brown wooden table from IKEA, all she could remember was the important stuff he said. Like when he said she was beautiful, or when he would softly scream her name during moments of love and intensity.
She could feel him kiss her cheek or her forehead. She could feel the small stuff, like when he would caress her cheek softly, or slowly push her blonde hair back behind her ear. Those memories didn't count as ones that she could only remember in this state. She could remember them awake as well.
But now, he was gone. He went back to the wife, saying that it would be better for his girls if they stayed together. She didn't she how constant bickering outweighed divorce, but she never got her chance to ask.
He transferred, moving his family to some random small city in some random state. He had gone without telling her. She had been on some case at the time, out of the state with Danny, trailing what had ended up being a dead end.
So she lay there, slowly waking up, saying a soft goodbye to Jack Malone. It was always easy to believe he was there. With all the memories, it was a disappointment when she woke up to find he wasn't.
She didn't mind that much though, she knew that one day, he would return to her. She wouldn't have to remember the old; she could just wake up and experience the new.