Disclaimer: Even though no particular character from the show is mentioned here, I'll do it by the book and say that I don't own Crossing Jordan.
Note: After my plans for the evening fell through, I needed to calm down, so I sat down and wrote this. :) As you'll see, each shipper can chose who the two persons are (we all know what's my ship, though :)).
I understand there's no much to review here, but it would be really nice of you to push the purple button anyway. xD
A mischievous ray of sunshine just won't leave me alone, so I shift positions, hiding my face, but letting it play with my hair. As I bury my face into the soft linen, I suddenly become aware of the fact that something is wrong. I don't know what it is, though. But I don't care much right now, either. All I want is to sleep. As my mind slowly goes blank and my breathing deep and even, it hits me all of a sudden. The flowery scent of my fabric softener is missing. In a heartbeat, the last couple of hours are back and my smile, or should I say my ear-to-ear grin, kisses your pillow. Aware of your presence, I finally unbury my face from the mentioned pillow. I open my eyes only to find them locked onto yours. You seem like you want to say something, but I put my fingers to your lips. Not now. Understanding, you only place a featherlight kiss on my fingertips. Craving for a few more hours of sleep and yearning for your touch, I move closer to you. You put your arms around me and I feel warm and safe. It's as simple as that. I nuzzle your neck before gingerly placing my head just under your chin. My lips curl into a silly smile as I find it both amusing and adorable how my body is moving to the rhythm of your breathing. You play with my hair, twirling a lock around your finger. Then you stroke it slowly and yours is the tenderest touch I have ever known. It's funny how I hate anybody touching my hair, but when you do it, it's simply soothing. It lulls me. Closing my eyes, I shift to a more comfortable position. Your lips touch my hair. The kisses are quick and light. I barely feel them. No one has been so gentle with me for a long time. I'm half asleep and the words escape my lips before I even know it.
"Sweet nothings," I mutter.
You are confused. "Sorry?"
I remain silent, a bit embarrassed of my own words. Instinctively, I pull away a little. Then your husky voice breaks the silence. Whispering silly and sweet little words, you pull me closer and closer, until you hold me even a little tighter than before. I sigh contentedly as I drift away into peaceful sleep.