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turpsTitle: Still
Author: Terri
Fandom: Mutant X
Pairing: Brennan/Jesse
Rating: PG
Status: New (16/07/03)
Archive: At my site and Slash Mutant X
Feedback: Sure
E-mail address for feedback: brenjess@btinternet.com
Series/Sequel: None
Other Websites: Terri's Place
Disclaimers: Don't own them. Never will
Summary: Jesse relaxes
Notes: This was done for the Mutant X ficlet community on Live Journal. The challenge was about the five senses. Choose one or two or however many you would like to write about.
Warnings: None
It was never silent in Sanctuary. If you listened hard you could always hear something, the hum of multiple computers, muffled footsteps, muted music behind bedroom doors. Everything would be still, hushed, the real world held back with tons of rock, isolating them in the earth. But it was never completely silent -- it couldn’t be -- and Jesse didn’t want it to be.
He treasured times like this, when he could lie on his bed, relaxing, letting the realities of the day wash away. He felt almost boneless, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes closed as he listened, isolating every sound. Adam talking to Emma in the kitchen, the gentle thud of Shalimar’s feet as she worked out in the dojo -- and the light snores of the man who lay next to him.
Brennan lay on his back, sprawled across more than his fair share of bed. His arm lay lax across Jesse’s stomach, heavy and hot, fingers moving slightly as if even in dreams he was creating coils. Jesse could feel the slight movement, and smiled as he placed his own hand across Brennan’s, trapping their fingers together.
Jesse loved touching Brennan, stroking the soft skin on his arms, feeling the hard pads of skin on his hands. On occasions he would lie and worship with his hands, massaging Brennan’s body, tracing the tattoos, running his fingers through Brennan’s hair, watching as the strands slid through his fingers. Sometimes, when he was feeling confident, he would go further. Phasing his fingers slightly to stoke under layers of skin. Joined so intimately, skin in skin, feeling the heat, the throb of Brennan’s heart.
But not today. Today was a time to lie back on his bed, head on a mountain of pillows, eyes closed and Brennan’s hand held tightly in his own. There was nowhere else Jesse would rather be.
Author: Terri
Fandom: Mutant X
Pairing: Brennan/Jesse
Rating: PG
Status: New (16/07/03)
Archive: At my site and Slash Mutant X
Feedback: Sure
E-mail address for feedback: brenjess@btinternet.com
Series/Sequel: None
Other Websites: Terri's Place
Disclaimers: Don't own them. Never will
Summary: Jesse relaxes
Notes: This was done for the Mutant X ficlet community on Live Journal. The challenge was about the five senses. Choose one or two or however many you would like to write about.
Warnings: None
It was never silent in Sanctuary. If you listened hard you could always hear something, the hum of multiple computers, muffled footsteps, muted music behind bedroom doors. Everything would be still, hushed, the real world held back with tons of rock, isolating them in the earth. But it was never completely silent -- it couldn’t be -- and Jesse didn’t want it to be.
He treasured times like this, when he could lie on his bed, relaxing, letting the realities of the day wash away. He felt almost boneless, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes closed as he listened, isolating every sound. Adam talking to Emma in the kitchen, the gentle thud of Shalimar’s feet as she worked out in the dojo -- and the light snores of the man who lay next to him.
Brennan lay on his back, sprawled across more than his fair share of bed. His arm lay lax across Jesse’s stomach, heavy and hot, fingers moving slightly as if even in dreams he was creating coils. Jesse could feel the slight movement, and smiled as he placed his own hand across Brennan’s, trapping their fingers together.
Jesse loved touching Brennan, stroking the soft skin on his arms, feeling the hard pads of skin on his hands. On occasions he would lie and worship with his hands, massaging Brennan’s body, tracing the tattoos, running his fingers through Brennan’s hair, watching as the strands slid through his fingers. Sometimes, when he was feeling confident, he would go further. Phasing his fingers slightly to stoke under layers of skin. Joined so intimately, skin in skin, feeling the heat, the throb of Brennan’s heart.
But not today. Today was a time to lie back on his bed, head on a mountain of pillows, eyes closed and Brennan’s hand held tightly in his own. There was nowhere else Jesse would rather be.
