Characters belong to Janet, plot is mine. My muse seems to be in snapshot mode, just taking brief glimpses of moments on what if situations. I do plan on getting back to my other stories now that RL has settled down dramatically. If you have an opinion on which you want finished first please express it on the poll on my profile page, please & thank you.
SPOV
You wouldn't believe on how numb your ass can get even sitting in a luxurious Porsche. But I can confirm that my ass is unbelievable numb. My mind however isn't so therefore I am fidgeting touching all the button/knobs/gadgets and whosits. My partner in this exercise in patience aka surveillance tells me that I need to settle down with his usual soliloquy "Babe".
"How are you not bored out of your gourd?" I ask Ranger, I am amazed at his ability to stand, ok in this situation its butt numbing sitting, still.
"Babe, how can I be bored when you are moving around so much entertaining me the way you do?" he smirks
"Seriously, I hope I'm making enough dent into that entertainment budget." I huff out, he can be so freakin' frustrating!
We sit there in silence, and with anger flowing in my veins that rivals the amount of blood in there I have no problem just staring out the window watching for our skip, ticked off at the world!
As the days pass, ok just a few minutes, I contemplate everything about Ranger. The good: his loyalty, helpfulness, brave, all around badness, his support of me even when it's against better judgement, the comfort he gives me when I need it the most.
The bad: communicationally challenged, umm, there has to be more bad then how crappy he is at talking? Isn't there? Like the man himself that train of thought was gone like smoke in the wind. I could only focus on all that I know of him, not the individual facts like favorite color, food and who his second grade teacher was but who he is to his core. He was more impressive and beautiful than the outer package. And damn if his outer packaging was spectacular, makes a girl drool.
Like normal my mouth to brain filter is in need of repair and while I consciously have known, I unconsciously whisper "I love you". As soon as the words are out of my mouth I am surprisingly not filled with dread or regret. I take a deep breath and look up into his eyes.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, it's true I could see his and it radiated with love right back at me. He just nodded to me then went back to surveillance. While I am sure that this moment will change the dynamic between us it was a typical of our relationship, an unremarkable remarkable moment.