Beautiful Addiction
Disclaimer: I do believe in Campbell's Alphabet Soup. ;-) Please don't sue, I promise to put them back just as I found them.
Pairing: L/M of course
Spoilers: anything is fair game, but Leo's addictions, Bruno and Jordan are the only ones you really have to worry about.
Summary: His life had been spent floating from one addiction to another, planes to drinks to pills to politics to her.
His eyes traveled the length of her as he leaned against her front doorjamb. The silk leopard-print robe hung loosely over her dark chocolate nightgown, which dipped deeply in the front. Her hair was slightly mussed and sleep clung to the corner of her eyes, but to him she was beautiful and bright. Her long slender fingers traced against his jaw, feeling the stubble that had grown there over the course of the evening. As her fingers slipped over his lips, he whispered the same words that he always intoned, words of need, words of love, words of addiction. The message was the same, he would either be here or at the bottom of a bottle somewhere. She was his newest addiction.
Slowly he followed her into the house, waiting while she slipped the deadbolt back into place, before mutely following her up the stairs. As they entered her bedroom, she would silently remove a pair of his dark navy pajamas from her chest of drawers and steer him toward her bathroom to change.
Like any good addict he knew his addiction perfectly and completely, so he in his mind's eye he could see what she would do as he changed. Moving quietly around her room, she would pull the freshly pressed and cleaned suit of his from the back of her closet. Hanging it on the closet door next to her own suit for the next day, she would tear away the plastic wrapping and toss it in the trash can next to her chest of drawer, from which she would pull a complete set of underwear for him. After placing them carefully on the bench at the foot of her bed, she would crawl back in the bed leaving the sheets on the right side of the bed turned down.
That sound, the squeak of her bedsprings as she settled into the bed, was the signal for him to hurry up and join her. Quickly putting away the plain green dentist issue toothbrush that she kept for him on the top shelf of her medicine chest, he slipped back into the bedroom. With a sigh he settled himself onto her bed, waiting for the touch on his shoulder that was the silent invitation for him to lay down next to her. Immediately, he found himself wrapped in the tangle of her long arms and legs, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, her humming lips pressed lightly to his jaw. Drinking in the fell and smell of her, he smiled in the dark of the room. She would be asleep long before him, of this he was sure, but he didn't mind. Laying in the dark, wrapped together he could focus on his addiction.
In the last few years, he had spent many a night like this. His Margaret and he wrapped so closely together it was nearly impossible for him to tell where one stopped and the other started. Yet all the times that they had slept like, they had never made love. No that was a lie; every time they touched they made love in its purest form. What they had never done was have sex. Until the administration was over that was a line that neither of them would dare to cross, although they had shattered every other line. Sex was merely a human desire, a desire that could be satisfied in other ways. Sometimes these other ways had names and faces, such as Bruno and Jordan, which left painful scars on the soft flesh of their relationship. Holding her closer, he sighed gratefully knowing that the scars had once again healed and that he was able to drown himself in his beautiful addiction.