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riptide_asylum) wrote2009-01-25 12:59 am
riptide_asylum) wrote2009-01-25 12:59 am
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"Ship of Dreams" (Out of the Dark, 1981)
Title: Ship of Dreams
Rating: PG
Summary: An early dawn aboard the Riptide.
1.
He thinks I'm still sleeping, these early mornings, but I wake the instant he does.
These days, there's no danger, nothing that comes in the night, but old habits die hard. I still feel it, the instant he wakes up. The change in his breathing, the quickening of his body, and I'm awake too.
He slips out of bed, into his shorts, out of the cabin, moving as quietly as he knows how and I snuggle into the pillow, breathing in the scent he left. I listen to him move around, up the stairs, down to start the coffee, out on deck. This is his time with her and I respect that, respect the promises they whisper to each other in the dawn.
She was a wreck and I doubted him, but I'm glad now I never voiced those doubts. He loves this boat, his Riptide, she's his ship of dreams and I get that.
I feel that way about the Screaming Mimi too.
By the time I get up, he's ready for me, my coffee made. There's happiness in every line of his body, in the soft light in his eyes, and he kisses me like he'll never stop.
2.
I slip out of bed without waking him, watch for a moment as he curls into the pillow instead of me. He smiles in his sleep and I want to kiss him, but we're working hard and he needs the sleep.
Instead I creep up the stairs, into the pink-gold dawn, into the chaos of tar and rope and timber that we're slowly putting right.
She's been neglected, hurt, shoved aside for younger, prettier ladies, but her bones are strong. Her spirit's alive. She sings to me each morning, a happy murmur of the birds, the fish, the seas she's seen. I pat her softly, tell her I love her, then put on the coffee.
He'll be up soon, and we'll start the day. I love this time, when it's just me and the boat and the morning, waiting. Waiting for him.
3.
Cody pinned Nick to the bunk, enthusiasm radiating through every fiber of his being. He hoped Nick could feel his happiness. How good it was to wake in Nick's arms, here in this boat, this place on the water just for the two of them. Cody nipped Nick, tugging on his earlobe, sliding a hand between them, waking him. Nick groaned and wrapped his arms around Cody, pulling him close, breathing faster now, ragged in Cody's ear.
Cody knew those breaths better than his own. He'd felt every one of Nick's breaths when they were out in the field; knew every breath was a gift, every one could be the last. When they'd split up, Stateside, he hated waking alone, hearing nothing. Feeling nothing. Just an empty, hurting space where Nick should be.
Now they'd found each other again, Cody'd fallen so easily into the pattern of treasuring every breath. Needing Nick against him.
He kissed Nick again, hard and brief, letting his hand brush along the outline of Nick's body under the sheet before giving his butt a quick pinch. Nick jumped appropriately, and Cody stood, eager to start the day, eager to continue building this space, this safety. He jogged up the stairs to the salon, knowing Nick would follow.
Rating: PG
Summary: An early dawn aboard the Riptide.
1.
He thinks I'm still sleeping, these early mornings, but I wake the instant he does.
These days, there's no danger, nothing that comes in the night, but old habits die hard. I still feel it, the instant he wakes up. The change in his breathing, the quickening of his body, and I'm awake too.
He slips out of bed, into his shorts, out of the cabin, moving as quietly as he knows how and I snuggle into the pillow, breathing in the scent he left. I listen to him move around, up the stairs, down to start the coffee, out on deck. This is his time with her and I respect that, respect the promises they whisper to each other in the dawn.
She was a wreck and I doubted him, but I'm glad now I never voiced those doubts. He loves this boat, his Riptide, she's his ship of dreams and I get that.
I feel that way about the Screaming Mimi too.
By the time I get up, he's ready for me, my coffee made. There's happiness in every line of his body, in the soft light in his eyes, and he kisses me like he'll never stop.
2.
I slip out of bed without waking him, watch for a moment as he curls into the pillow instead of me. He smiles in his sleep and I want to kiss him, but we're working hard and he needs the sleep.
Instead I creep up the stairs, into the pink-gold dawn, into the chaos of tar and rope and timber that we're slowly putting right.
She's been neglected, hurt, shoved aside for younger, prettier ladies, but her bones are strong. Her spirit's alive. She sings to me each morning, a happy murmur of the birds, the fish, the seas she's seen. I pat her softly, tell her I love her, then put on the coffee.
He'll be up soon, and we'll start the day. I love this time, when it's just me and the boat and the morning, waiting. Waiting for him.
3.
Cody pinned Nick to the bunk, enthusiasm radiating through every fiber of his being. He hoped Nick could feel his happiness. How good it was to wake in Nick's arms, here in this boat, this place on the water just for the two of them. Cody nipped Nick, tugging on his earlobe, sliding a hand between them, waking him. Nick groaned and wrapped his arms around Cody, pulling him close, breathing faster now, ragged in Cody's ear.
Cody knew those breaths better than his own. He'd felt every one of Nick's breaths when they were out in the field; knew every breath was a gift, every one could be the last. When they'd split up, Stateside, he hated waking alone, hearing nothing. Feeling nothing. Just an empty, hurting space where Nick should be.
Now they'd found each other again, Cody'd fallen so easily into the pattern of treasuring every breath. Needing Nick against him.
He kissed Nick again, hard and brief, letting his hand brush along the outline of Nick's body under the sheet before giving his butt a quick pinch. Nick jumped appropriately, and Cody stood, eager to start the day, eager to continue building this space, this safety. He jogged up the stairs to the salon, knowing Nick would follow.