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T: Love Is
Fandom: Threshold
Pairing: Fenway/Caffrey
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Fenway figures out what love is all about. To read other parts of this story, find the timeline here.
It's difficult for him to drop his guard with anybody. Especially women. To a certain extent, in a working relationship, it could happen. But only as far as work went. In a romantic relationship (and he still cringed from those two words used together) it was necessary, perhaps, but it wasn't going to happen. After all, his life was the advertisement on how to get fucked over in several creative and interesting ways.
But it's different with Molly.
She's not so much a woman as a companion. A friend. And, until they're in bed together, she could just be a friend. A good friend. A close friend. But still, a friend. The friends who haven't fucked him over are rare, too, but there are some.
It might help, he thinks, to think of her like that.
It isn't clingy. It's between moments romance, on evenings they can both spare, which become fewer and fewer as time goes on, but that doesn't change a thing. It's familiar, comfortable, and Nigel is glad of it.
One night, when they lay in bed together, he watches her sleep. Simply because he's awake and she is not. Her fingers are tangled with his and he feels an odd contentment. She trusts him, he knows it, and is proud? happy? pleased?
He's not sure what he is, but he likes it, anyway.
He squeezes her hand gently, drawing her a little closer, and reflects that even when things were good, he never embraced his wives in quite that way.
He talks to her, while she's asleep. He talks about his former wives, his dreams, the things that annoy him and, more quietly, the things that he likes, loves. She's asleep, but he wouldn't mind, even if she was awake.
Love, he said to her, softly, almost philosophically, is not caring whether you're awake or asleep.
Pairing: Fenway/Caffrey
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Fenway figures out what love is all about. To read other parts of this story, find the timeline here.
It's difficult for him to drop his guard with anybody. Especially women. To a certain extent, in a working relationship, it could happen. But only as far as work went. In a romantic relationship (and he still cringed from those two words used together) it was necessary, perhaps, but it wasn't going to happen. After all, his life was the advertisement on how to get fucked over in several creative and interesting ways.
But it's different with Molly.
She's not so much a woman as a companion. A friend. And, until they're in bed together, she could just be a friend. A good friend. A close friend. But still, a friend. The friends who haven't fucked him over are rare, too, but there are some.
It might help, he thinks, to think of her like that.
It isn't clingy. It's between moments romance, on evenings they can both spare, which become fewer and fewer as time goes on, but that doesn't change a thing. It's familiar, comfortable, and Nigel is glad of it.
One night, when they lay in bed together, he watches her sleep. Simply because he's awake and she is not. Her fingers are tangled with his and he feels an odd contentment. She trusts him, he knows it, and is proud? happy? pleased?
He's not sure what he is, but he likes it, anyway.
He squeezes her hand gently, drawing her a little closer, and reflects that even when things were good, he never embraced his wives in quite that way.
He talks to her, while she's asleep. He talks about his former wives, his dreams, the things that annoy him and, more quietly, the things that he likes, loves. She's asleep, but he wouldn't mind, even if she was awake.
Love, he said to her, softly, almost philosophically, is not caring whether you're awake or asleep.