Hey all, this is just a little JerichoNightwing I wrote for my friend Peachmelba. For anyone getting this off the author alert, this is from the COMIC of Teen Titans, not the TV series. Anyway, here you go (it's from Jericho's POV):
In his arms, I am safe. When I need him, he is always there; if I need someone to hold me, he will hold me. If I need someone to talk to, he will listen. I can't tell him as I'd like to, but he means the world to me. Somehow saying it with your hands isn't the same as opening your mouth and saying 'I love you'. We've slept together...but when you've got your hands all over someone's body, it's kind of hard to sign 'I love you, I'm all yours.'
But I think he knows. It's something in the way he looks at me, the way his eyes seem to smile. I only hope mine smile back. When he holds me in his arms I feel as if reality is far away. It isn't something I have to worry about, or fret over. I'm not Jericho, or Joey, I'm just a man, finding solace in another man.
There are those who would say it is immoral, what we do, what we have done. But when we're together I'm happy...and that's all that matters, really. He understands me as no-one ever has, and I love him, I really do. He is my rock of sanity; when the world around me is too harsh, too unfriendly, his arms, his smile, his scent and his taste send everything else out of focus.
When we lay together, on a night, he whispers to me and plays with my hair and tells me he loves me more than anything. He tells me I'm beautiful. I want to tell him he's beautiful too, more beautiful than I'll ever be, but whenever I raise my hands he pins them down with a whispered 'Shh'. He likes to just lay there in silence with me, nuzzled up against me, breathing softly.
When he's asleep and I'm still awake, I like to watch him. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, and his hair messes up, hanging around his face all tousled. He has nightmares, sometimes- he moans and groans and struggles and screams, but when he wakes up, I'm always there to hold him, to reassure him that he isn't alone.
When I'm with him, words don't seem to matter all that much. And that's a nice thing. It's hard trying to get a point across to people who can't sign or don't sign very well, but with him I don't even have to try. We pass nights with a silence of words and signs between us, and it never does our relationship any harm. In fact, I would say it makes it stronger. People say that you can't be happy if you don't communicate, but I think you can. I definitely am, and we don't ever say all that much to each other.
We don't argue very often. You can't really convey sarcasm, or fear, or happiness through your hands. I know you can pull the faces to go with what you're feeling, but... it's not the same. I keep saying it's not the same, but with us, it doesn't need to be. Maybe we don't have a normal relationship, but we're not normal people. What I'm trying to say is...we're happy. We're happy the way we are. It doesn't matter that I can't speak, or that I'm a mutant. It doesn't matter that we both have secret identities to uphold. We're just two people trying to get through life together.
I think we make a good team, me and Nightwing...
Fin
Reviews would be appreciated!
