Title: Night
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Sure, but give me credit!
Author's Notes: This was written on a rainy day while I was at the beach. In case you don't know, being at the beach when it's raining is incredibly depressing. Hence the angst. Not that angst is bad, mind you. I actually kind of like angst. XD
Night
The room is quiet and still, noise and wind and breathing. Rational thought is suspended somewhere between desire and need, a condition punctuated by calloused fingers on skin that has too many scars.
The night is deep and blue. It smells like wet grass and feels like a caress. It tastes like too much to drink, but the lovers are too busy learning each other to care.
There is love and then there is this. It is wrong. It is so wrong and it shouldn't be happening but it is and there's nothing they can do to stop it and god, it is so good.
The lovers touch and it is new and quiet and safe and soft at first. There is tenderness, wonder. Then there is want, there is urgency. There is desire; an unquenchable thirst for touch, for contact, for the spark that happens when repression meets forgetfulness and crashes into passion.
There is a gasp. A whimper. A voice, breathless and soft, elicited by strong fingers brushing fair skin.
"Jack..."
"Sam."
The night is still, soft and quiet, a smothering blanket of darkness around them. The lovers don't say anything else. They're too afraid of guilt and chaos.
The moon rises and they sleep, covered by each other, covered by emotion, covered by a love so terrifying in its strength that it will never demand anything less than all either of them can give.
But neither one of them can deal with that, so they just sleep.
Right at this moment, sleep is the only thing that feels safe.