Because
by Luna "Tic" Vee
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Shit.
Fuck.
Fuckin' shit.
What the hell had just happened?
What the fuck had he just done?
Where did he go from here?
And how did he get there in the first place?
Words and thoughts and images swirled through the blond's head in a dizzying array of colour, light, sound, taste, and what can only be described as pure sensation tinged with ass-clenching fear as his brain churned. It felt like somebody had tossed his thought meats into a Spin Art.
He hunched over, breathing heavily, body heaving up and down as he slouched his neck, catching his head in his hands as he pressed his face into them.
Moonbeams and starlight danced teasingly through the slits of the mini-blinds, painting parallel stripes across the pale expanse of his bare back, and illuminating his wavy tresses, making the golden strands glow an angelic silver.
Small, tight muscles rippled under his flesh with each heave of breath, with each fidget, with each clenched fist, clenched jaw, clenched eyelid.
Long yet feminine feet barely touching the floor, the ball of the foot supporting his weight as he leaned forward and hugged his legs, laying his head down on his knees.
What had he done?
This wasn't him. This wasn't what he was. Was it?
Sure, this is what he'd wanted for a long time. Such a long time that he'd discounted it ever occurring. Just a fantasy never to come true. Just like all of his other dreams.
No. No. Not like this. This wasn't happening. This didn't happen. It doesn't happen like this. Not to him.
He sat back up and lay a palm upon the soft bed. He turned halfway around to gaze at the large body laying beside him, sleeping peacefully.
In the gentle moonlight he could easily make out the smiling face of the man laying there. Long, dark brown hair, round, friendly face, dark beard... Full, pink lips... Big, childlike eyes, hidden by sleep...
He was beautiful. More beautiful than anybody he had ever seen. More beautiful than any human he'd ever seen. An angel...
He wouldn't have been surprised to one day see the large man uncase a pair of beautiful, snowy wings. It would've made all the sense in the world to him.
The blond smiled softly.
Oh yeah... This is why... This is how he could've done that.
Because he's beautiful.
Because he's perfect.
"Because I love you..."
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Disclaimer: I own diddly squat. Jay and Silent Bob are property of Kevin Smith, View Askew, Miramax, and the Martians that live in Scott Mosier's left ear.
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Authoress' Notes: Pulled this out of my ass. ^^ I seem to write the best when I do that. *shrug*
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Questions? Comments? Yan Yan? E-mail me at Druidess@msn.com
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by Luna "Tic" Vee
***
Shit.
Fuck.
Fuckin' shit.
What the hell had just happened?
What the fuck had he just done?
Where did he go from here?
And how did he get there in the first place?
Words and thoughts and images swirled through the blond's head in a dizzying array of colour, light, sound, taste, and what can only be described as pure sensation tinged with ass-clenching fear as his brain churned. It felt like somebody had tossed his thought meats into a Spin Art.
He hunched over, breathing heavily, body heaving up and down as he slouched his neck, catching his head in his hands as he pressed his face into them.
Moonbeams and starlight danced teasingly through the slits of the mini-blinds, painting parallel stripes across the pale expanse of his bare back, and illuminating his wavy tresses, making the golden strands glow an angelic silver.
Small, tight muscles rippled under his flesh with each heave of breath, with each fidget, with each clenched fist, clenched jaw, clenched eyelid.
Long yet feminine feet barely touching the floor, the ball of the foot supporting his weight as he leaned forward and hugged his legs, laying his head down on his knees.
What had he done?
This wasn't him. This wasn't what he was. Was it?
Sure, this is what he'd wanted for a long time. Such a long time that he'd discounted it ever occurring. Just a fantasy never to come true. Just like all of his other dreams.
No. No. Not like this. This wasn't happening. This didn't happen. It doesn't happen like this. Not to him.
He sat back up and lay a palm upon the soft bed. He turned halfway around to gaze at the large body laying beside him, sleeping peacefully.
In the gentle moonlight he could easily make out the smiling face of the man laying there. Long, dark brown hair, round, friendly face, dark beard... Full, pink lips... Big, childlike eyes, hidden by sleep...
He was beautiful. More beautiful than anybody he had ever seen. More beautiful than any human he'd ever seen. An angel...
He wouldn't have been surprised to one day see the large man uncase a pair of beautiful, snowy wings. It would've made all the sense in the world to him.
The blond smiled softly.
Oh yeah... This is why... This is how he could've done that.
Because he's beautiful.
Because he's perfect.
"Because I love you..."
***
Disclaimer: I own diddly squat. Jay and Silent Bob are property of Kevin Smith, View Askew, Miramax, and the Martians that live in Scott Mosier's left ear.
***
Authoress' Notes: Pulled this out of my ass. ^^ I seem to write the best when I do that. *shrug*
***
Questions? Comments? Yan Yan? E-mail me at Druidess@msn.com
***
Visit the Jay & Silent Bob Slash mailing list! Tons of romance involving your favourite stoners! I'm not just an advocate, I'm a member! Enjoy!
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JayandSilentBob-slash
***
Thanks for reading! Please drop a review before you leave! Thank-o-rama!