This is just a collection of mini ficlets I've previously posted on twitter over time. I wanted to compile them together in one place, mainly for my own benefit and for anyone else who might want to read them.
The Start of Us
(Inspired by the opening scene of 9x01)
They had done fast and hard and messy and slow and languid. They had explored every inch of each other with lips and teeth and tongues and hands, the hours rolling by without notice as they lost themselves in each other and in a moment they had been waiting over a decade for.
They had moaned and groaned and whimpered and sighed and cried each other's name. They had talked a little. A few spoken words whispered against lips and skin, and many more silent ones communicated as they always did with their eyes.
They had worked to quench the fire of need and desire and want and longing that had steadily been building itself day after day, year after year, until it all but consumed them.
This time had been the slowest, softest, gentlest round yet. This time wasn't just for need or pleasure, this time was for the heart and soul, this time was pure love.
He stilled inside her, still buried to the hilt, as the aftershocks of release slowly ebbed through their bodies. His tongue lazily traced patterns along her shoulder, nose grazing up the column of her throat.
"Say it again," she whispered, the softly spoken words drifting through the peaceful haze that had settled around them. He lifted his eyes to meet hers.
"I looked around and you weren't there," he repeated the words he had earlier murmured against her skin, an answer to her silent question. Explanation for what had changed, for what had let him finally not only access, but also act on, the truth that had been wrapped around his heart forever.
"I'm here now," came her reply as he stared deep into her eyes and nothing could be as comforting to him as that fact. She was finally here, under him and around him and with him in every way. It had taken him far too long to realise that this, that she, was all he was ever going to want.
"What?" She asked, scanning his face, his regret at all the time they had missed obviously showing.
"I just wished that I'd come to my senses sooner," he answered, the soft tone of regret colouring his words. He'd been such an idiot, missed what was right there in front of him for far too long.
"It's ok, I was worth the wait," and she huffed a small laugh, a corner of her mouth twitching up in a smile. God had she ever been worth it he thought. He's not sure what he ever did to deserve her in his life. She was beautiful and perfect and he was so in love with her.
Her hands were moving over his neck, his head, his back, soft gentle touches that sparked through his senses. His own palm rested against her cheek.
"Donna," he murmured softly, feeling overwhelmed by the emotions running through his body.
"I know," she said, her tone certain and he knew she understood, that she had read him like she always did, that she felt it, that she knew.
"We have to get some sleep," she eventually whispered, and she was probably right he supposed, but he would have been perfectly happy to exist in this moment forever. And a small part of him couldn't help but worry that if he succumbed to sleep he would wake to find this had been nothing but a dream.
With a quiet sigh he brushed his lips ever so softly against hers as he shifted, slipping himself from her body, feeling the loss of her warm centre immediately.
He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her essence, letting it soak into him, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his chest.
"Everything's changed," he quietly murmured the words that had been running around his head, his lips grazing over her skin.
Everything was different now, everything had changed and he never wanted to go back. Slowly, little by little, he drifted off to sleep, holding tight to his everything.