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Interlude
Bosco sat at the table his head in his hands. Yesterday life had seemed so simple. Crappy, but simple. Ember had changed that, her unexpected presence in his bed had changed everything. She had been gone for almost three months, had spent the summer traveling with Thoms. And in her absence, Bosco had almost forgotten how she made him feel, had almost forgotten that he loved her more than she would ever know.
The soft sounds of footsteps drew his attention, and he raised his head slowly. She was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. She was wearing one of his shirts, the hem falling high on her thigh. There was something strangely alluring about the sight of her in his shirt, something that stirred feelings deep within him; feelings better left alone.
"Mornin' sunshine.", she said cheerily, moving to his side.
"Mornin' Tink.", he answered, pulling her down on to his lap.
She came willingly, planting a soft kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing as she laid her head against his. Her fingers danced across his back, sending shivers up his spine. Silence hung between them, the comfortable silence of old friends content just to be near one another. Bosco wondered, not for the first time that morning, just why she was there.
It was the question that always haunted him when she was near, the debate of whether to believe that he was still her world; or accept that she had moved past what they could have had. Finally, the silence became to much; and Bosco spoke.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really. But coffee would be good."
"Help yourself.", he said; motioning to the pot.
"Such a gentleman.", she teased sarcastically; crawling out of his lap.
He watched her as she moved to the counter, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and pouring herself some coffee. She turned back to him, leaning languidly against the counter. Her eyes met his, sapphire pools that seemed at times to hold all the knowledge of the world.
"Why are you here Tink?", he asked suddenly, immediatley regretting the words.
"I wanted to see you. It has been months since I saw you, and I missed you terribly."
"Sure, you missed me. When did you get back?"
"Last night. I went home and dropped off my stuff, and then came straight here. You were sleeping, so I didn't want to wake you."
"Your stuff? Does that include Thomas?", he asked petulantly.
"Yes.", she answered warily, not wanting to hurt him.
Bosco sighed, running a hand through his hair. Part of him had wanted to believe that her presence had meant something, that Thomas was no longer in the picture. But her words had dashed that hope, momentarily crushed him. Suddenly, he felt the need to be alone; wanted her to just go away and leave him alone. She seemed to sense the change in his mood, knew that she should get dressed and go.
"Well, I better go. You need to get some rest, before you have to go to work.", she said; placing her cup in the sink and moving toward the door.
"Don't go Tink, not yet. I'm off tonight, and you've been gone so long. Stay for a while, and tell me all about your trip.", he said, motioning for her to set down.
She smiled broadly, her eyes dancing merrily. She sat down across from him, her legs propped up in his lap. Moments before, he had been ready for her to leave him be. But he had missed her terribly, and he now felt the need to just be with her; to listen to the soft sound of her voice, to believe for just a little while that there was hope. He leaned back in the chair, his handle languidly running along her leg; content to listen to her tale.
~Fin
Interlude
Bosco sat at the table his head in his hands. Yesterday life had seemed so simple. Crappy, but simple. Ember had changed that, her unexpected presence in his bed had changed everything. She had been gone for almost three months, had spent the summer traveling with Thoms. And in her absence, Bosco had almost forgotten how she made him feel, had almost forgotten that he loved her more than she would ever know.
The soft sounds of footsteps drew his attention, and he raised his head slowly. She was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. She was wearing one of his shirts, the hem falling high on her thigh. There was something strangely alluring about the sight of her in his shirt, something that stirred feelings deep within him; feelings better left alone.
"Mornin' sunshine.", she said cheerily, moving to his side.
"Mornin' Tink.", he answered, pulling her down on to his lap.
She came willingly, planting a soft kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing as she laid her head against his. Her fingers danced across his back, sending shivers up his spine. Silence hung between them, the comfortable silence of old friends content just to be near one another. Bosco wondered, not for the first time that morning, just why she was there.
It was the question that always haunted him when she was near, the debate of whether to believe that he was still her world; or accept that she had moved past what they could have had. Finally, the silence became to much; and Bosco spoke.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really. But coffee would be good."
"Help yourself.", he said; motioning to the pot.
"Such a gentleman.", she teased sarcastically; crawling out of his lap.
He watched her as she moved to the counter, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and pouring herself some coffee. She turned back to him, leaning languidly against the counter. Her eyes met his, sapphire pools that seemed at times to hold all the knowledge of the world.
"Why are you here Tink?", he asked suddenly, immediatley regretting the words.
"I wanted to see you. It has been months since I saw you, and I missed you terribly."
"Sure, you missed me. When did you get back?"
"Last night. I went home and dropped off my stuff, and then came straight here. You were sleeping, so I didn't want to wake you."
"Your stuff? Does that include Thomas?", he asked petulantly.
"Yes.", she answered warily, not wanting to hurt him.
Bosco sighed, running a hand through his hair. Part of him had wanted to believe that her presence had meant something, that Thomas was no longer in the picture. But her words had dashed that hope, momentarily crushed him. Suddenly, he felt the need to be alone; wanted her to just go away and leave him alone. She seemed to sense the change in his mood, knew that she should get dressed and go.
"Well, I better go. You need to get some rest, before you have to go to work.", she said; placing her cup in the sink and moving toward the door.
"Don't go Tink, not yet. I'm off tonight, and you've been gone so long. Stay for a while, and tell me all about your trip.", he said, motioning for her to set down.
She smiled broadly, her eyes dancing merrily. She sat down across from him, her legs propped up in his lap. Moments before, he had been ready for her to leave him be. But he had missed her terribly, and he now felt the need to just be with her; to listen to the soft sound of her voice, to believe for just a little while that there was hope. He leaned back in the chair, his handle languidly running along her leg; content to listen to her tale.
~Fin