Chapter 13: No Questions
Laura's eyes blinked open, and slowly surveyed the street light which bounced off the mirrored doors of Remington's closet. Rolling to her back, she stretched luxuriously then turned to find his side of the bed empty. He watched her wake, from where he sat in a chair across the room by the window, garbed only in a loosely tied robe. He was held spellbound by her graceful form, finding none of the tension, none of the embarrassment of last morning. He waited while her eyes scanned the room, then settled upon him. He'd never recall what it was that she saw – a look in his eyes, a gesture of his hands, or perhaps he'd spoken softly, 'Come here, Laura' - that had her standing and pulling on the robe she'd laid at the end of the bed. She crossed the room to him, and without question, curled up in his lap, her legs swinging over the armrest of the chair.
The silence lingered, but neither of them minded. They stared out at moonlit Hancock Park, enjoying the quiet while stealing glancing touches against a cheek, an arm, a hand. It was his voice that, at last, broke the solitude, as he pressed his cheek against the side of her head.
"I love you, Laura," he whispered, his heart hammering, a small part of him still fearful it might be an emotion not shared. Never moving her head, which still rested on his shoulder, she lay her fingertips against his jaw.
"I love you, too."
He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, as she weaved their fingers together, then drew their joined hands up to her chest. Silence again enveloped the room. Neither asked when it was the other knew how they felt nor did they feel the need to question what the future might hold for them. This was enough, for now: being together, understanding the commitment which had just passed between them without ever putting it into words. He merely shifted slightly in the chair, settling her more comfortably against him. Resting his chin on the top of her head, they stared out the window at Hancock Park, thoroughly content in the moment.
A/N: Question: If this had actually transpired, how would Laura have reacted to finding Clarissa in Remington's pajama top only two weeks later. Food for thought ;)