*** Summary *** Dresden lj prompt: Darkness. A bit of a Harry/Murphy 'ship.
*** Spoilers *** book eight of the Dresden books, IWhite Night/I.
*** Disclaimer *** I'm playing with someone else's toys. No Copyright infringement intended. No money made. Hopefully everyone will treat this like a plug for Jim Butcher's Dresden Files. Very much worth reading, buying, or in our case-gifting.
*** Warning *** None, little language.
*** Distribution *** The Nook
*** Word Count: 200
In the dark, in the absence of light, you depend more on your other senses.
My ears were telling me that she was breathing hard, fast. My nose was telling me what kind of shampoo she used, how sweet her sweat smelled. My touch was telling me that she was trying to keep still, her body poised, ready.
Beyond her, my ears were telling me that the vampires were close and furious that they couldn't see us. My nose was telling me that the ghouls and zombies were falling apart. They were fresh from the grave but wouldn't last long. My touch was telling me that the cement ground was cold and moist.
We waited, close to each other in the dark. Finally all my senses told me that the danger had passed. I waited a moment more, relishing the human contact. Would she know what I was doing? Or why?
She elbowed my gut. "Soon?" she whispered. Her senses worked just as well in the dark.
I released the veil and pulled my duster away from her. For the moment we were safe. The glow of the waning moon made our light-deprived eyes blink. The darkness had been good.