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for couples_therapy: fight
Apr. 15th, 2009 06:27 am"When was the last time you touched me?"
The question comes out of the blue, one night when they're lying in bed, and he can't help but look confused for an instant, his head turning to stare at her in the dark. Funny how he'd though she'd been asleep when he'd climbed into bed--it's after midnight; anyone else would have been asleep--and even funnier that he didn't notice. But then her breathing was steady enough to pass for sleep a minute ago, and it never hitches now, her query as calm as it is random, her eyes still closed even, like she can't bring herself to look at him.
"What?" he manages finally, sheets shifting as he does, as he rolls over to face her.
"When was the last time you touched me?"
"Heidi, I'm--" She cuts him off, and he doesn't bother trying to talk over her.
"A very busy man," she supplies, knowing that's his usual excuse. "President. People depend on you to keep this country safe." She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, and he's sure for an instant that he can hear the flicker of guilt she's wrestling with. She knows how dangerous it is out here, having seen it in the people she thought she was able to trust, to care about--Peter for one--but she can't let this die. She can't, and whatever her reasons, they conquer the guilt, leaving her staring into the dark at his silhouette. "But your also my husband, Nathan. Here, in this room, you're my husband."
( "You think I don't know that?" He tries to keep the malice out of his tone; he's not sure how well he manages. )
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1159
The question comes out of the blue, one night when they're lying in bed, and he can't help but look confused for an instant, his head turning to stare at her in the dark. Funny how he'd though she'd been asleep when he'd climbed into bed--it's after midnight; anyone else would have been asleep--and even funnier that he didn't notice. But then her breathing was steady enough to pass for sleep a minute ago, and it never hitches now, her query as calm as it is random, her eyes still closed even, like she can't bring herself to look at him.
"What?" he manages finally, sheets shifting as he does, as he rolls over to face her.
"When was the last time you touched me?"
"Heidi, I'm--" She cuts him off, and he doesn't bother trying to talk over her.
"A very busy man," she supplies, knowing that's his usual excuse. "President. People depend on you to keep this country safe." She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, and he's sure for an instant that he can hear the flicker of guilt she's wrestling with. She knows how dangerous it is out here, having seen it in the people she thought she was able to trust, to care about--Peter for one--but she can't let this die. She can't, and whatever her reasons, they conquer the guilt, leaving her staring into the dark at his silhouette. "But your also my husband, Nathan. Here, in this room, you're my husband."
( "You think I don't know that?" He tries to keep the malice out of his tone; he's not sure how well he manages. )Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1159
