A/N: I don't own Thunderbirds
Sleeplessness
The waves were crashing softly against the shore in an inevitable rhythmic pattern, the air was just the right side of balmy and for all intents and purposes it was the perfect night, environmental factors for once pulling together to lull one off to sleep.
Except Gordon was wide awake.
It was just past two am on the fifteenth of February and Gordon was wide awake, unable to succumb to sleep no matter how perfect the surroundings were. He was sat at the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water below, the light of the moon and stars being just enough to illuminate what was needed. The house behind him was still and silent, although Gordon knew from past experience that it was unlikely that all the occupants would actually be sleeping.
The breeze ruffled his hair and in the next moment a figure had melted into existence beside him, slipping off their shows and sliding their feet into the water. Gordon's lip curled into a small smile, but he didn't turn to look at them, instead continuing to stare out at the ocean that was visible between the tree line.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked quietly, and the figure huffed.
"Could ask the same about you."
"It's my birthday. Can stay up if I want," Gordon replied with a casual shrug.
"Was, I think you'll find my dear, it's gone two am."
"It's still the fourteenth somewhere," Gordon countered, before finally looking at his companion. Penelope smiled at him, offering him a mug.
"Thought you could use some tea," she explained, and Gordon took the cup from her, fingers curling around its warmth. Penelope took a sip from her own cup, before settling it down on the decking beside her.
The two of them sat there in silence for the rest of the early morning, and by the time dawn came and movement could be heard from the house, the two had fallen sleep right there on the decking, Gordon's head resting on Penelope's shoulder. The sunshine on Gordon's face caused him to stir, blinking away the last of the sleep that had been slow in coming in the first place, but he didn't move, content to just sit there in peace instead.
A/N: This was originally written a couple of nights ago when I couldn't sleep between about 2am and 4am, so if it's not great apologies. It was also posted to my tumblr that evening so if you see it on there don't fret, it's me :) I haven't typically cross-posted between sites before, but I kind of like the idea of having all my Thunderbirds stuff here even if I've also posted it on tumblr.
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