The Foyle's War Collection

by TartanLioness

This will be a collection of my responses to the 100fanfic prompt. Each chapter will be named and numbered after the prompt and the ficlets will be stand-alones and thus not connected to each other. I hope you enjoy them. Marked as complete because there is not an ongoing story and each of the ficlets are finished pieces.

10. 88: Moonlight

Title: 88: Moonlight

Author: TartanLioness

Summary: Response to 100prompt number 88: Moonlight.

…

Christopher Foyle lay awake. This in itself was not unusual, but this night he wasn't mulling over a case or thinking about Rosalind or worrying about Andrew, nor was he huddled in a shelter as bombs fell from the sky. In fact, now that the war was over and he had retired, he was hoping to never have to do three of those again.

Instead he was pondering how he had come to be such a lucky dog.

Summer had come and it was warm in his bedroom. Next to him his sleeping lover had kicked off the covers and rolled onto her stomach as she slept.

The moonlight shone through the window and caressed her naked body, and Foyle lay close to her, letting his eyes roam over her form. She was turned away from him, her hair resting in messy waves over her bare back and freckled shoulders (Foyle took a moment to recall the time he had spent tasting the freckles on her soft, pale skin earlier that night) and he let his gaze wander from her curls, following the curve of her spine down to her buttocks, the skin looking silvery and infinitely soft in the light from the nearly full moon.

He couldn't help himself; he reached out and touched her hip gently. She moaned quietly in her sleep and shifted, rolling over to face him. In her sleep, her sweet face was relaxed, her mouth pouting slightly as though she were expecting a kiss. Her eyelashes, a shade or two darker than her hair, formed a fan across her cheeks, fluttering as she dreamed.

Again Foyle marvelled that this beautiful, intelligent young woman loved and wanted him as much as he wanted and loved her. Part of him felt guilty that he had taken her to bed so quickly and without the benefit of wedlock, but she had been so enticing and passionate and he had needed her so much; she had told him she wanted him and when had he ever been able to deny her anything? He only hoped that she wouldn't regret what had occurred between them when she woke up.

But he also knew that no matter what happened, he would always remember the sight of her sleeping, naked body in the moonlight.