Okay... I feel like I have lots of 'splainin' to do... but I feel like most of you don't care and just would like to read this chapter. So here is the short list. 1) Laptop died 2) I lost MDH (seriously, she's totally MIA. I'm worried...) 3) I have been working my ass off this summer.
So. I am partner-less, so this might not be everyday, but I promise to try to update regularly. I probably lost a lot of you, but those who stuck with me, THANK YOU! :)
Enjoy!
~MTAM
Nights
Nights were different. The bustle stopped. The world calmed. And although dead bodies waited for no man, they seemed to at least be discovered less often after the sun slipped beneath the trees.
Nights were his favorite. Secretly, they were hers too. Despite her early schedule, she had always been a night owl, and had always fought off the early morning cranks with powerful willpower... and let's be honest, powerful caffeine.
Nights were theirs. They had options. Lots of options. And it seemed that each night was a new adventure to see what they would pick to do. Sometimes it was very repetitive, sometimes it was unique, but it was always completely their own.
Nights were always a surprise. Sometimes the same situation could spark completely different reactions. Like a tough case... sometimes they needed to cry together, sometimes they needed to reaffirm life in the loudest, sweatiest way possible.
Nights were something to fill the gap that the day left. Missed opportunities, her insistence (reasonably so) for professional behavior at the precinct, and marathon days made it difficult to remember the facts sometimes. Days made if difficult to say 'I love you." Nights never hesitated with the sentiment.
Nights were subtle. Days were too bright, too obvious. Being out and about together often meant sunglasses and ball caps, which never really bothered them, but there was just something about the gleam in their eyes being clouded by brown plastic that dimmed the mood. Playful glints seemed to ignite in the glare of the late night city lights, blushes seemed deeper, and the darkening of desire was thrown into sharp contrast.
Nights were when they could be honest. Things that seemed to be so intricate and complex during the day tended to slip out like the easiest thing in the world. He'd tried to spit it out so many times, for weeks and weeks it seemed, each time, the words fizzling out on his tongue.
It was a night when he finally asked.
And it was a night when she finally said "Yes."
Yes, this was kind of supposed to mirror 'Mornings'
And for those of you who remember me saying something about how I had written 'O' and then my laptop died, and I didn't know if I could get it back? (and that the chapter was really hot?) Yeeeeah, it's gone. I'll do my best to recreate it. :)
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