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S through Z › Witchblade
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,857
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Witchblade, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Comfortable
Okay, this is all I have ready to upload right now. As I said before though, I'm not done with this one, so if you've read this far and enjoyed it, keep coming back because I will be continuing to write.
And oh, I still don't own them damnit! (But if I did, there might be an Ian/Sara/Gabriel threesome coming down the road and Jake would have to be dead by now. Why is it that no one has ever written an Ian/Sara/Gabriel threesome? I'll have to ponder that and see if anything comes to light from the backwaters of my brain...
Chapter 7: Comfortable
In his bedroom, Gabriel tossed the sodden and stained clothing into a corner, cringing at the pinkish stains where mingled blood and water had dripped onto him. How close did I come to losing her? A feeling like eels slipping around in his brain was an unexpected response. He hastily steered away from the thought as he rummaged through his drawers for clothing. He couldn’t claim that it was terribly comfortable. //So,// he thought deliberately at the eel-feeling in his head, //if I talk to you directly are we going to have a more equitable relationship than Sara shares with your other half?// This time the response felt closer to the subsonics of a live concert, a comfortable 20 hertz e-flat hum that was felt in the chest and sternum rather than heard.
//Well okay then,// he affirmed and the eels settled down.
Dragging on a pair of knit pajama pants worn to a comforting softness, he was contemplating whether or not to toss a shirt on when Sara emerged from the bathroom. Her eyes caught him and he couldn't help breaking into a grin that he was sure made him look goofy and every year as young as he was. He found it reassuring that Sara returned the smile with sincerity as she approached.
"Wet towel?" she inquired, holding up the object in question with a tilt of the head.
He took it from her, "I'll toss it over the shower rod for the moment. I need to do laundry anyways. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a sec."
Good, he thought as he sauntered down the hall. That was good, you actually sounded nice and casual about this. Now just keep breathing and don't let her see you squirm. Oh god, the way she moved her hips in the shower! The word squirm alone was capable of derailing his train of thought right now. He took a deep breath and ran a palm down the side of his face as he looked at himself in the mirror. I guess I really should be careful what I wish for. Man oh man am I in over my head now in the most wonderful and terrifying way. The sound of Sara rustling about quietly in his bedroom drifted down the hall. This may scare the crap out of me, but I wouldn't trade this moment in my life for anything in the world. Giving his reflection a stern look in the mirror and a reprimand to have patience, he headed back down the hall toward the unfamiliar sounds of someone else puttering around in his apartment.
And oh, I still don't own them damnit! (But if I did, there might be an Ian/Sara/Gabriel threesome coming down the road and Jake would have to be dead by now. Why is it that no one has ever written an Ian/Sara/Gabriel threesome? I'll have to ponder that and see if anything comes to light from the backwaters of my brain...
Chapter 7: Comfortable
In his bedroom, Gabriel tossed the sodden and stained clothing into a corner, cringing at the pinkish stains where mingled blood and water had dripped onto him. How close did I come to losing her? A feeling like eels slipping around in his brain was an unexpected response. He hastily steered away from the thought as he rummaged through his drawers for clothing. He couldn’t claim that it was terribly comfortable. //So,// he thought deliberately at the eel-feeling in his head, //if I talk to you directly are we going to have a more equitable relationship than Sara shares with your other half?// This time the response felt closer to the subsonics of a live concert, a comfortable 20 hertz e-flat hum that was felt in the chest and sternum rather than heard.
//Well okay then,// he affirmed and the eels settled down.
Dragging on a pair of knit pajama pants worn to a comforting softness, he was contemplating whether or not to toss a shirt on when Sara emerged from the bathroom. Her eyes caught him and he couldn't help breaking into a grin that he was sure made him look goofy and every year as young as he was. He found it reassuring that Sara returned the smile with sincerity as she approached.
"Wet towel?" she inquired, holding up the object in question with a tilt of the head.
He took it from her, "I'll toss it over the shower rod for the moment. I need to do laundry anyways. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a sec."
Good, he thought as he sauntered down the hall. That was good, you actually sounded nice and casual about this. Now just keep breathing and don't let her see you squirm. Oh god, the way she moved her hips in the shower! The word squirm alone was capable of derailing his train of thought right now. He took a deep breath and ran a palm down the side of his face as he looked at himself in the mirror. I guess I really should be careful what I wish for. Man oh man am I in over my head now in the most wonderful and terrifying way. The sound of Sara rustling about quietly in his bedroom drifted down the hall. This may scare the crap out of me, but I wouldn't trade this moment in my life for anything in the world. Giving his reflection a stern look in the mirror and a reprimand to have patience, he headed back down the hall toward the unfamiliar sounds of someone else puttering around in his apartment.