Title: Building a Mystery
For: fc_smorgasbord livejournal prompt table community
Claim: Detroit 1-8-7
Table: Buffet
Prompt: #6 (Sleeping Storm)
Rating: All Ages
Summary: His posture remains the same, but a fire hotter than anything on this earth glows behind brown eyes…Sanchez and Fitch have a fight…Short and sweet…
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Word Count: 217
Notes: This is written in second person narrative (Sanchez's), which I have never done before (because I usually hate the POV) but was inspired by willow_reece's story (The Claiming of River Tam) over at rayne_shippers livejournal community
Disclaimer: Detroit 1-8-7 does not belong to me in any way
You watch him and see the anger build behind his eyes. His posture remains the same, but a fire hotter than anything on this earth glows behind brown eyes. You want to take a step back but refuse to lose your ground. Your breath catches as he closes the space between you, leaving only an inch of space between you. It's rare that he is this close to you; so close you can feel the heat of his skin. You lose your voice, unable to form any words to make things better. You can feel his rage crash around you like a storm, now that you woke it.
You wish you had never started this argument, wishing your temper hadn't gotten the best of you. If wishes were horses…You open your mouth, an apology on your lips.
"Fitch, I'm s—"
You just get out the hiss of the "s" when his mouth captures yours and shuts you up with thorough kiss. After a brief second of surprise, you kiss him back putting everything that had been unspoken for all these months in it. This man is an enigma and you vow, as his arms wrap around your waist and anchor you to him, that you will spend as long as it takes to figure him out.