Just something really short I did- definite one-shot- I mean it this time! :)
Muse
She hated that tag. Muse. It made her feel cheap, it made her feel uncomfortable. It was like she was his plaything and not his inspiration.
Inspiration.
She had never thought about it that way. No, just something to take up his many long days. Something to preoccupy himself with. For some odd reason unbeknown even to she, she associated the title with disdain. She had this feeling every time it was mentioned, a pang of discomfort she diagnosed daily as hunger.
Hunger.
Bullshit.
She felt that that term was not one of endearment as it was meant, but one of insult, one of disparagement. She felt that when he got bored with his new, pretty, exciting infatuation, with her, he would merely move on. Leave. Abandon her. Not that she would care in the least.
No.
No, she wouldn't.
Bullshit.
Then he sat her down.
He had called her...that...again, and she went off.
So he sat her down. He pulled her aside in to the break room, cornering her between the counter and that God-forsaken espresso machine. He was giving her that look- the one most close to his observation look but not quite. It was one of meaning- one of gravity. A gravity so unexpected that as always, it weighed her right down. When he spoke it was with a voice not filled with frivolity and his particular air of merriment, but one of seriousness that coupled his crippling stare.
Kate Beckett let out a slow breath she didn't know she was holding and reminded herself to blink. He spoke, words pouring from his lips just as beautifully as they did his pen.
"A year ago, I couldn't write. I sat at my computer for hours on end, willing the words from my fingertips, but they simply would not come. I tried everything to ease my writer's block, but none of the old tricks works. And then you. You waltzed into my party with your badge and your gun and your air of control. I turned on my charms to full volume, but you would have none of it. You sparked something in me, Kate. You lit a fire that refuses to burn out. After that case- after I met you- I went home and wrote. It poured out of me effortlessly, all my thoughts and words stringed together in pretty sentences. Because of you. You made me want to write again, KB. You reminded me why I love it so much, you reminded me I still did. And that is why I call you my muse. Because from where I'm standing, I don't want to write about anyone or anything else."
Once again, she had to remind herself to breath.
In, out, in out.
His words sent a shock wave of emotions through her, emotions that, until that very moment, she had forced out of mind. They all rushed straight to her heart.
The dam finally crumbled.
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