Here's my third "drabble" fic. Another Rinch one. This time from Reese's perspective. Idk why I'm hooked on writing these short pieces now. XD Oh, well. At least I'm writing something. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Person of Interest... God, that's depressing. :(
Zoned Out
Simple enough. Edge closer, touch his shoulders, lean in, press lips together. That's all it takes. If it were that simple the act would've been done by now. In reality Finch was shaking, hands trembling, palms sweating, body out of control. Even his mind worked languidly. A lick of the lips and Reese suddenly looked askingly at him.
No response.
Did Reese speak? Finch didn't know for certain. Must've zoned out. Emotions like this were foreign, especially towards a man. Even worse: his partner. Adjustment of glasses, another lick of lips. Now Reese was staring.
"Finch?"
He shakes his head, but won't lie. 'Nothing' would be an understatement. The full truth would be a mistake… Or would it? Yes. Everything would be jeopardized. Absolutely everything.
Finch bites his tongue. Figuratively and literally. It hurts. For being a genius he sure felt moronic. Downgraded to a schoolgirl and it was all Reese's fault.
Then Reese leans forward. "Harold?"
His concern was torturously cute. How dare he show compassion? This man once killed for a living. Yet another lick. God, he had to stop.
A clearing of the throat, then, "Sorry, got distracted." Not completely a lie.
Reese saw right through it.
Well, that's it. Another "drabble," though drabbles are 100 words, not 200. XD So it's a drabble-ish thing. ;) Thanks for readin'. :D (I turned into ME for a second and dropped the 'G'.)