āChristmas isnāt a holiday. Itās a way of life.ā ( allen, probably drunk )
christmas / holiday starters
Luca dangled her feet over the edge of the bed, her eyes tracing the peaks and valleys of Alanaās face. From the way her forehead gently sloped down into the waves of her eyes and back up into the peaks of her cheeks, Luca really didnāt think that she could get enough. She wanted to memorize every freckle, every laugh line, every inch of Alanaāfrom the way her eyes visibly softened when she smiled all the way down to how she knew she had Luca wrapped around her finger. It didnāt matter if sheād turned up the bottle of cheap wine one too many times tonight, and it didnāt matter than her words were starting to get soft around the edges.Ā
When Alana spoke, Luca smiled, and reached out for the almost empty bottle.Ā āItās a Halmark holiday,ā she quipped. With her family so far across the country, Christmas tended to be a more solemn time of year if she couldnāt get back. But surprisingly, this year was turning out to be different. Luca had been spending time with Alana for quite a while now but they hadnāt really decided to label it yet. It was nice. It made her feel good, especially considering how things had worked out in her past.
Her fingers grazed over Alanaās shoulders, the other woman nestled in between Lucaās legs with her back against Lucaās chest.Ā āBut I guess thatās why itās a way of life,ā she murmured between sips. The arm of the couch dug into Lucaās back, but she didnāt mind as she threw the last of the wine back.Ā
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She was in someone elseās bed, wearing someone elseās clothes, at someone elseās family gathering, but what was really bothering Tabitha at the moment was the way Miles kept turning this way and that, pulling on the sheets and blankets and shifting the mattress under them.
āMiles, for the love of Christ,ā she asked softly, voice pleading. āPick a spot already.ā
Working under the assumption that the morning would come faster if she was asleep for most of the night, Tabitha was desperate to fall into some sort of uneasy rest. But she couldnāt get any if Miles kept moving.Ā
āI canāt sleep,ā he responded, sounding as frustrated as she felt, and so Tabitha stretched out from where she had curled up on her side of the bed and turned to face him.Ā
āNo kidding. I can hear you thinking,ā she replied, voice quiet so as not to disturb anyone elseās sleep.Ā
āWell, forgive me for having a lot to think about,ā he muttered, and Tabitha bit down on her lip to keep from laughing at his back.Ā
She scooted forward, into the two feet of space that had been conspicuously present the entire night. āHere, Iāll scratch your back.ā
āWhatās that going to do?ā he asked with a scoff.
āIt is relaxing, and the sooner you relax, the sooner I can sleep. Come on.ā
Tabitha reached out and gently moved her hand across his back, and Miles tensed in response.Ā
āJesus, will you calm down? If I was going to murder you I would have done it already,ā she implored, propping herself up on one elbow to get a better of view of his face, and pushing his shoulder gently. āYouād think no one has ever done this for you before.ā
A pointed silence from him, and a thought occurred to her.
āNo oneās ever done this for you before?ā
More silence. Tabithaās chest constricted painfully, but she didnāt say anything more, just gently rested her hand on his back and resumed her soft scratching, moving between his shoulders and down his back. She could feel his breathing, the way his chest contracted and expanded, and stared at his hair as she considered when the last time was that someone showed him tenderness.
āIām sorry,ā she said after several long moments, unable to handle the silence anymore. āI shouldnāt have ā¦ā she trailed off awkwardly.Ā
And then, after another pause: āIām sorry no one did this for you.ā
He didnāt move, and so Tabithaās hand stilled. Maybe she had crossed a line. Maybe he didnāt want to talk about this. Maybe she was adding insult to injury by continuing to speak.Ā
She pulled her hand away, another apology on her tongue, and Miles shifted to lay on his back, grabbing her hand and holding it to his chest. She dragged her hand down, slowly, across the planes of his chest, resting at the waistband of his pants. Their eyes locked, an unspoken question in his expression, and Tabitha bit her lip.Ā
This felt like a point of no return. If she moved further from here, everything would change. Her heart sped up, and reached for the drawstring of his pants before she could change her mind, leaning down close to him so that her lips her astonishingly close to his and then āĀ
CRASH.
They both jumped, and sat up, the blanket that had been covering them now discarded, perilously close to falling off the bed altogether.
Tabitha blinked once, twice, and then looked at Miles.Ā
āI should probably check and see what that was,ā he said slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. She nodded, unable to say anything else.Ā
Tabitha was silent as she watched Miles rise and leave the room, and wondered what, exactly, had transpired against them. And more importantly, if they would ever acknowledge what almost did.
Sara startled when Gabe spoke, a hand rising to her chest as his light tone betrayed what could have been the severity of his words. She puffed out a breath of hot air that fogged the glass of the cabinet she was digging around in, and he couldnāt help but let out a small chuckle in response. It wasnāt really that he ever intended to be all that scary in his day to day reactions with the residents he mentored, but he could understand how getting caught with your hands in the proverbial cookie jar by your boss could be adrenaline inducing.Ā āI didnāt mean to scare you,ā he confessed, a laugh threatening to bubble up at any given moment. He did feel kind of bad, all things considered.
Her own nervous laughter was enough to elicit a smile from him again as she shook her head in response to his question.Ā āNo, Iāuh. No,ā she confessed while he watched her struggle to find the words she was trying to say. It wasnāt that he really cared what she was digging around in the supply cabinet for. Itās not like there was anything up there but first aid supplies that were meant for staff to use at their discretion. She let out another puff of hot air and shut the cabinet door before she spoke again,Ā āI was looking for a band-aid, actually.ā
His gaze shifted then, eyes looking over her hand as she held it up for him to look. She had a paper towel pressed into the inside of one of her knuckles trying to stop what was probably a pretty nasty paper cut. In response to her confession, he reached past her, pulling the drawer out enough as to not hit her with it.Ā āNext time,ā he mused, taking a step back and giving her space,Ā āyou should cut the paper instead of letting it cut you.ā
She let out a sharp and lilting laugh as she pulled adjusted the bandage around her finger before throwing him a look that he couldnāt quite decipher.Ā āIāll remember that next time you ask me to help clean the nicks on your chin when you shave in a hurry in the staff bathroom,ā Sara countered.Ā
His hand rested on the door, his foot already sliding out so that she could get back to whatever she was doing when her retort gave him pause. Gabe tskād at her while he shook his head and chuckled since he didnāt really have a better response. Her laughter carried out into the hallway as he let the door shut behind him and continued on his way to make rounds.
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