Sleep Science 1/3
CJ and Danny
Disclaimer: as if!
Sleeping Through Chemistry Class
Washingon DC Dec. 2006
She sleeps better when she's sleeping in his bed. She used to prefer distance when she slept. She doesn't like to feel smothered. Possessed. Owned.
But when she starts from sleep at the inevitable siren in the streets of Georgetown he talks softly into the back of her neck, until the images of Rosslyn fade and her heart stops pounding. And she finds that the warmth of his arm wrapped around her feels like protection, not entrapment.
She has a hypothesis. This is what she wants. This is what she wants. Is this what she wants? Why does he make this so difficult when it could be so easy? She's not ready to talk and think. She wants to deal with right here and now. Day to day, not future.
Every now and then she catches a glimpse of real life between them and it's terrifying and wonderful. Maybe he can be supportive without being possessive. It occurs to her from time to time that she's in over her head, but she thinks she can hold on. She hasn't figured out that she's all about reaction.
He sleeps better when she's sleeping in his bed. The smell of her shampoo. The soft fine silky texture of her hair against his face.
When he does wake up at night he finds he'd rather lie and listen to her breathing than get up and listen to music or surf the internet or work. And he finds that the warmth of her body curled against him is a buffer against the dreams of deserts and African scrub land that used to haunt him.
He has a conclusion. This is what he wants. This is what he wants. This is what he wants. And why is it so difficult, when relationships for him have always been so easy. He wants to talk, but there's never time, and these days he's thinking way too much. He needs to know where things are going.
Every now and then he catches a glimpse of real life between them and it's terrifying and wonderful. Maybe she can feel supported without feeling possessed. It occurs to him from time to time that he's in over his head, but he thinks he can learn to swim. He hasn't figured out that he's the catalyst for her reaction.