The Sunday morning church bells have always had a strange impact on him. No matter who he is, the parishioner's music arouses an undefined sadness in his throat, choking his intentions and rewinding his desires.
Four days after arriving in his own personal hell, he's surprised to hear the familiar sounds, and to feel the familiar sting behind his lids as he closes his eyes.
Shunned emotions frighten his demeanor, but when he looks up, he sees that her eyes are far away, shimmering with the past that threatens to drown them both.
Perhaps, he thinks as he swallows the songs, church bells do ring in hell.
A/N: I seem to have a serious lack of sexual tension in my fics. Just something that came to my attention as I was reading other ST fictions. Strange, seeing as it pretty much oozes out of the movie. Anyway, if you review then I will send you some lovely smut, neatly packaged and tightly wrapped so as not to leak into my writing. -snort- There's the sexual tension we were all waiting for.
And this story is based off of a scene from which book? It's science fiction. Gosh, all of my fics have these fun little games. I love it. (Oh, yes, I did just keenly avoid the overused pun. Sue me.)
