Phantasmally Ever After
Post Series, standalone Danny/Sam drabbles of the navel gazing, sigh inducing, and sometimes unapologetically fluffy variety.
Disclaimer: Do not own, do not sue.
Mortality
With the death of my grandfather, I'd been witness to the slow and merciless failing of flesh, and I vowed not to leave the world like he had.
The battles, the constant cheating of death by facing down entities more powerful than myself were risks, choices that I made in living the life that I wanted...being with who I wanted. If this life was cut short because of the choices I made, it would still be a sweet one, a passionate one.
"Missed you, Sam..."
I felt the cold chill first, and then Danny's light touches across my hips. The clock above my desk ticked loudly in the background.
"You're late," I mumbled.
"Forgive me?" His lips found my neck, and the breath was pressed out of my lungs as he moved his body over mine. "Please?"
"Maybe," I said, sighing.
Of this I was certain; I didn t need to live forever, but I needed to live. Because like my grandfather - like the clock now marking every touch, every kiss and caress- I, too, would eventually wind down.
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