#interstellarsoftime

He was losing hope. Fast. Then again, in his line of work, there was no real thing such as hope, but days spent with her slowly but surely revived that missing hope.

James was not a policeman, not a detective, but he knew the statistics, knew the chances of a missing person’s survival. Every day she was missing, the chance of her being found alive dropped. After a month, it was near impossible to find her alive, let alone find her at all.

His personality, his mindset, his love would not allow him to believe that. He refused to believe that Janet was gone, gone from his life the moment he turned away. The first few days, he thought nothing of her absence; she often left, to do what she needed to by herself. It was normal for her. Then days passed and there was no message, no phone call reassuring him that she was alive, just stuck in whatever work or chore she had taken up.

James, by that point, had left a few voicemails on her cell. The first ones were simple, brief, teasing. ‘You get stuck somewhere?’ ‘Visiting friends doesn’t take that long.’ ‘Did you find a case and took it yourself?’

A week and a half later, he got a call. He all but jumped up, knocked the table over, empty bottle flying, in a scramble to grab the phone. He expected her soft voice on the other end of the line, but he got another woman’s. Jan’s. Her voice was fast, frantic, rambling about how Janet hadn’t called in a few days, how she was worried for the woman, how she feared the worst.

The voicemails started turning worried.

‘Where the hell are you? It’s been more than a week.’ ‘Look, if I did something wrong, tell me. Don’t leave me hanging like this.’ ‘Janet, this is serious. Answer your damn phone.’ ‘Janet, where the fuck are you? Jan’s worried about you too.’

Weeks past, and nothing. No word, no sign, the same voicemail message over and over, repeated so many times. ‘Where are you?’

What little hope he had was gone, burnt out when the weeks started piling up and there was no sign Janet would return. James had accepted this fact, had taken to sitting in the motel room and knocking back beer, whiskey, bourbon, whatever he could get his hands on.

The hunter was resigned to just sit and wait. For what, he didn’t know. Maybe it was Janet’s return, maybe it was his death, though more so the latter. He had come to terms with Janet’s death, and was simply in mourning now, leaving a voicemail ever few days, just to hear her recorded message.

Mind a haze of alcohol, he thought he was hallucinating when he saw her, blonde hair and warm eyes. He blinked once, twice, thrice for good measure, but her image did not waver. He stood slowly, world tipping at the edges, a burning growing behind his eyes that were quickly turning red.

     “Janet--?”

A meager question, rasped out in disbelief and tentative hope. It could not be her, could not be Janet. She was dead, gone, no more. James knew she was gone, she had to be. Anger would have lit up his blue hues if he wasn't so hopeful, so in disbelief and shock. Could it be--...?

Send ‘Five Times Fucked” for a drabble about 5 times our muses fucked (not made love. fucked)

The first time Nick and Janet fucked they were fighting.

Nick had gotten to the point of yelling even though he normally didn’t, Janet wasn’t fucking having it so she was kinda yelling back. It was a little unsure what they were fighting about. Something damn stupid though. Something that didn’t actually matter. But Nick was in one of his snappy moods that hit without a warning to anyone when he was bordering stressed to hell. And maybe if either of them had noticed it, they could have calmed down. But it was too late. They were too far into it.

Janet had said a very uncharacteristic, “Fuck you.” 

And Nick responded with a very characteristic, “If you insist.” without missing a beat before pushing her against the wall and kissing her very aggressively. He of course gave her room to say no, or push away if she needed to. But instead, she returned the aggression.

They’d both needed this.

The second time they fucked they were on the couch watching some shit TV.

Nick was sort of laying on her, he’d done that to be a shit. They made it work even if the positioning was a little off due to height differences. Nick’s head was on her shoulder, and his arms were around her waist. The character on the TV had something really fucking cheesy and stupid to what was probably his girlfriend. Or at least the love interest.

So Nick sat up slightly, just enough to look at Jan. And he said that awfully scripted line at her on his own. Made her roll her eyes, but there was a small smile.

Of course in having moved at all, trying to move back to the exact comfortable position they’d been in ended up in a little jolt of friction. And then some squirming which didn’t help the situation. Not even a little bit. The both of them were worked up enough to know the things they were starting to think about. They didn’t immediately get into it. They actually found their comfortable position again. And god did they make a valiant attempt to stay chill.

But Nick’s mind was in the gutter so he couldn’t for the life of him concentrate on what they were watching. His face was too close to her neck and he couldn’t resist kissing it. Might have been able to be taken innocently, except he gave a teasing nip or two to prove otherwise. That and his hands had found their way to her thighs to give them a squeeze. Got his point across quite well.

There was no way that show was getting watched.

The third time was just a very frustrated fuck. 

Both of them had been in a mood all day, but every time they went to do anything. There was a phone call. Or someone at the door trying to sell something. One of them would be busy at any given moment. One attempt even ended in something accidentally getting knocked off of something and breaking. It seemed the day was against them. It was quite irritating.

But at the end of the day they found a time where they couldn’t give a shit what happened, they just let go. And it was such a huge relief to get all the frustration out. Thank god for nighttime.

The fourth time was a needed distraction for Nick.

He was in the midst of a meltdown. He didn’t want to do something he regretted, and he was very likely in a moment like that to do regrettable things. So he got really affectionate with Janet. Somehow uncharacteristic even for him. Asked her to distract him when she brought it up. He didn’t care how she did it. Though sex was his go to method of distraction. And she knew it.

So they fucked and fucked hard holding each other ridiculously tight and close. Made him stop really thinking about anything that was troubling if only for a little while. He’d likely feel guilty later for making her deal with him.

The fifth, but certainly not the last, time was lazy and fun.

It was the early morning. Neither of them were really all that awake. They were cuddling and making small talk until there was a short pause. A short pause which Nick took as a chance to kiss her. He didn’t plan on it going anywhere, but it escalated pretty quickly. It ended in a lack of clothes and playful smirks paired with breathy moans.

(๏_๏) - I stalk your blog

(∩ -∩ ) - I really like you(r blog)

(>^ ▽^) > - I want to hug you

                       really hoping it turns out alright. First time making one.”

You’re perf, okay? Okay.

Sometimes I wonder if I do too many ships. (MOST OF THEM ARE JUST COINCIDENTAL. IT'S NOT LIKE I'M LOOKING FOR THEM. PEOPLE JUST LIKE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM AND HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH A LOT OF PEOPLE IN SOME WAY OR ANOTHER ON ACCIDENT) Or I worry if his life is too over dramatic. Or if he's too stupid and dumb. OR IF HE'S TOO MUCH LIKE MYSELF BECAUSE I HAVE DUMB TENDENCIES TO ADD BITS OF ME INTO THE CHARACTERS I WRITE.

AND I DON'T WANT TO MAKE NICK SEEM LIKE A TOTAL SELF INSERT OF SORTS. eVEN THOUGH NICK AND I ARE TOTALLY DIFFERENT PEOPLE. OR WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE.

AND SOMETIMES I WORRY IF HE DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH CHARACTER BUILDING CONVERSATIONS OR SOMETHING. AND THAT I'M NOT CONSISTENT IN HIS CHARACTER.

And I fix it with.....JAN WITH ICE CREAM GODDAMMIT