Behind Closed Doors – the Sybil & Vimes Collection
FLUFF alert…OK, I can't resist this! I plan on doing a series of vignettes, each complete in itself and centring on Sybil and Vimes' relationship. The idea is to capture little scenes in their life, hopefully keeping in character. Some may have a piece of music as a theme, some might not, it depends how the muse takes me.
If this idea is so much marsh gas, let me know. If it's a good idea, let me know that too!
Music:
Radiohead - Street Spirit (fade out)
I don't know why, but this song came on as I was writing this. The really strange thing is that it is a really atmospheric accompaniment. Listen to it!
A shock in Uberwald proves to be a little too much for Sybil.
Set during The Fifth Elephant
*Warning: Major squee alert!*
Chapter 9 – Shoulder pats or How not to comfort your wife
"I'm sorry Sam, it was just so horrible!"
She's apologising to me? For letting me down? Oh gods, I feel awful, she thinks she's failed me somehow.
Red hot embarrassment and anger at himself for not being able to comfort his wife twisted hotly in his gut. The inn-keepers wife was nailing him to the wall with a pair of piercing brown eyes as she took Sybil's hand. He was failing in the husband quotient fast, next to him Sybil sniffled as she tried to stem her tears. Unbidden, his hand rose and *pat, pat* he patted Sybil's shoulder in an ineffectual gesture of comfort. The embarrassment morphed into impotent horror as he registered the slightly embarrassed and disapproving looks of the captive audience in the inn.
"Cheery!" he yelled. *pat, pat*
"Dammit!" *pat, pat*
As Vimes closed the bedroom door behind him, he saw his wife sitting on the edge of their - very comfortable looking - bed. Her face was wet with tears, shoulders shaking, and she hadn't even changed out of her ripped dress. With the rest of the world locked out for the night, the only mask Sam Vimes wanted to be wearing right now was the husbandly one, and all of his husbandly senses were screaming like hell.
With two strides he was at Sybil's side, pulling her into a tight embrace and murmuring soothing sounds as she cried into his chest.
"I just can't seem to stop," she hiccupped softly, a sound Vimes realised he thought was absolutely adorable.
Vimes said nothing, continuing to softly rub her shoulders and back in soothing circles. He felt her give a deep sigh against him and he looked down at her with a small smile. She smiled back up at him, the smile that he would tear down the world to protect.
Moving as one, they both lay back on the bed, Vimes pulling his wife close against him and feeling her lay her head on his chest, hand splayed.
Closing his eyes, his hands roamed up and down her back and sides unconsciously, feeling her sensual curves beneath his questing fingers. A movement on his chest made him open his eyes as Sybil pulled back slightly, holding his gaze she leaned in, gently kissing his neck softly, stroking the sensitive flesh with her lips.
Drawing in a sharp breath at the jolt of electricity her lips caused, he gently cupped her chin and tugged her face towards his. As their lips met, nothing else in the world existed.
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