I’m so happy you ended up discovering this prompt and deciding to write it! This is incredibly amazing and beautiful.
I love that “a warm sleepy hum skipped along her nerve endings and spread out over her skin” and “she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt better.” <3
He sat on the edge of the bed, incongruously shy and formal when he’d spent the last half hour with his hands and his mouth all over her – stroking, licking, teasing. Holy fuckcakes. Just. GUHHHHH. *is dead from hotness overload*
Jack apologizing for the fact that it’s tap water and not bottled water, him waiting for Renee to drink her water before drinking his, his fucking adorable tiny smile…all of this is so completely HIM and I just love him so fucking much.
Everything she needed to say (apologies, explanations, confessions) swirled and collided, fluttering moths in the back of her mind. I teared up reading this line because it’s written so beautifully. Seriously, the things you’re able to do with words make me feel a million feelings all at once.
And then this: She knew half an hour of happiness, giving because it felt good and taking because that felt good too, didn’t erase the last day, the last year, the last . . . whatever. The baggage (slice in her wrist, Vladimir, the cold fact that when she told him to pull the trigger, she’d meant it) would be waiting when she reluctantly climbed out of this bed, left the comforting shell of this warm sunlit room. I love this so much, because even though Renee KNOWS that all the things that have happened to her aren’t just going to go away, at the moment none of that matters because she has Jack and they’re together and right now that’s all either of them need to focus on.
What she cared about was that Jack had slowed down, stopped moving as if someone were chasing him. This makes me so happy because Jack’s spent so much of his life in situations where he has to (as you mentioned at the beginning of this) move quickly/rush through everything/run away and the fact that he finally gets the opportunity to just slow down and be with Renee and be happy is just the best.
Jack resting his forehead on Renee’s shoulder and kissing her neck and then Renee putting her head on his chest and Jack rubbing her back = SQUEE.
“sunlight and color fading as the weight of everything dragged and pulled” – Again, your phrasing is just fantastic.
And the ending, with Renee forcing herself to keep her eyes open and making sure Jack can get up if he needs to, and then Jack saying he doesn’t need anything…I can picture that SO clearly, and you did such a wonderful job of creating an overall mood of serenity and safety and happiness.
Thank you so, so much for writing this and for letting this scene happen the way it should have happened on the show. <3
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Date: 2011-01-24 05:37 am (UTC)I love that “a warm sleepy hum skipped along her nerve endings and spread out over her skin” and “she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt better.” <3
He sat on the edge of the bed, incongruously shy and formal when he’d spent the last half hour with his hands and his mouth all over her – stroking, licking, teasing. Holy fuckcakes. Just. GUHHHHH. *is dead from hotness overload*
Jack apologizing for the fact that it’s tap water and not bottled water, him waiting for Renee to drink her water before drinking his, his fucking adorable tiny smile…all of this is so completely HIM and I just love him so fucking much.
Everything she needed to say (apologies, explanations, confessions) swirled and collided, fluttering moths in the back of her mind. I teared up reading this line because it’s written so beautifully. Seriously, the things you’re able to do with words make me feel a million feelings all at once.
And then this: She knew half an hour of happiness, giving because it felt good and taking because that felt good too, didn’t erase the last day, the last year, the last . . . whatever. The baggage (slice in her wrist, Vladimir, the cold fact that when she told him to pull the trigger, she’d meant it) would be waiting when she reluctantly climbed out of this bed, left the comforting shell of this warm sunlit room. I love this so much, because even though Renee KNOWS that all the things that have happened to her aren’t just going to go away, at the moment none of that matters because she has Jack and they’re together and right now that’s all either of them need to focus on.
What she cared about was that Jack had slowed down, stopped moving as if someone were chasing him. This makes me so happy because Jack’s spent so much of his life in situations where he has to (as you mentioned at the beginning of this) move quickly/rush through everything/run away and the fact that he finally gets the opportunity to just slow down and be with Renee and be happy is just the best.
Jack resting his forehead on Renee’s shoulder and kissing her neck and then Renee putting her head on his chest and Jack rubbing her back = SQUEE.
“sunlight and color fading as the weight of everything dragged and pulled” – Again, your phrasing is just fantastic.
And the ending, with Renee forcing herself to keep her eyes open and making sure Jack can get up if he needs to, and then Jack saying he doesn’t need anything…I can picture that SO clearly, and you did such a wonderful job of creating an overall mood of serenity and safety and happiness.
Thank you so, so much for writing this and for letting this scene happen the way it should have happened on the show. <3