Title: Wondering
Author: eviebean
Rating: sexy stuff within, be warned
Summary: Audrey wonders.
Disclaimer: My evil ploy for a hostile take over on this show continue to be thwarted.
Author's Notes: Yeah, whoever took Audrey deserves death. DEATH, I tell ya.

Sometimes she wonders about sleeping with him.

What would he do if she just showed up on his doorstep one night, announcing that she couldn't sleep in her bed and could she please use his? Would he call her crazy and send her away or take her hand and lead her to his bedroom?

The first night, they'd just sleep. Both on their sides, facing away from eachother. Somewhere in the night, they'd toss and turn and wind up facing each other. In the morning, they'd lay there looking at each other, with him sometimes brushing a stray hair from her face. She'd want it to stay like that forever.

But it wouldn't be enough.

The second night, she'd drop by earlier, perhaps they'd talk on his couch for a while before going to bed. It'd be a warm night, and they'd sleep on top of the sheets. Outside, the gulls would screech occasionally and a car would drive by, but they'd lay facing eachother. They'd share a kiss before he turns off the nightlight, and her cheek would be warm and flushed and he'd never notice.

But it still wouldn't do.

The third night, they just skip the part where she shows up on his doorstep, and he drives them to her apartment after work. He'd shoo her away from the kitchen, telling her that dinner was a surprise. Perhaps she'd take a warm bath and he'd bring her a glass of wine. She wouldn't even care that she was naked and he was dressed and that to anyone else, this would seem strange. Later, after their dinner and a good helping of wine, she'd lead him to her bed and take off his wifebeater. Later, she awake and his back would be turned to her. In the dim light, she could see his scars, and the rosy spots where the nails had dug into his back mere weeks earlier. She'd place a gentle kiss against his shoulderblade, and he'd softly sigh in his sleep.

Yet, it was not right.

The fourth night, after dinner and wine, he'd lay in her bed and watch her move around the room. He'd follow her movements as she blew out the candles and slowly came towards him. Perhaps she'd wear a cute little satin number or the lumberjack shirt he'd given her when she first came to town. Definitely the shirt. And nothing else. She lets him touch and feel and do everything he's longed for for so long. After, they'd lay on top of the sheets together, and he'd let her hold him as he slowly drifted into the first night of uninterrupted sleep in over a decade.

In the morning, he'd make her pancakes and she'd think that this morning was a long time coming for both of them.

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