Title: His Voice
Rating: PG-13/K+ for sexual innuendos
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. Really. Stop pestering.
Summary: Her favorite sound in the world. D/L One shot. Companion piece to "Breathing."
She goes to Central Park to hear the horses. She loves the sound of hooves against pavement, it reminds her of home. Back in Montana there were plenty of horses around and she loved to spend long hours riding her own horse, Winter. So she comes to the park to listen to the steady sounds of equine footfalls. They are, shetries to convince herself, her favorite sound. But in the back of her mind she tells herself that's not true. Her favorite sound comes not from an equestrian mammal, but a human. Her favorite sound is not hooves on concrete, but the sound of his voice in her ears.
She loves the sound of his voice, can't get enough of it. She loves the way his nickname for her (the one she claims to hate) rolls off his tongue. The way his New York accent makes the name of her home state the most sexy sound she's ever heard. She loves the way the sound of her given name is breathed out of his mouth first thing in the morning. She loves it even more when it's yelled out in a moment of passion. She loves the sound of his voice, can't get enough of it.
So she goes to Central Park to hear the horses, to remind herself of home. But when he comes up behind her, wraps his arms around her protruding belly, and whispers in her ear how much he loves her, she can't help but admit that her favorite sound is in fact his voice.
A/N: Part of what I'm now calling my "Senses" world. "Montana" and "New York" were sight and this one and "Breathing" are sound. I'm thinking of the other senses also and they will be written shortly. Hope you enjoyed this. I probably could have written more, but I can't think of anything. Please review.