FanFiction Jeremiah // Dreams
Nov. 3rd, 2008 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
priscaTitel: Dreams
Character: Mr. Smith / an unknown woman
Worte: 261 Worte
A/N: Following "Anger"
revised story: January 2016
It was dark when he did wake up, too dark to see anything, but he could feel it. She was there, in his room, in his bed. He could smell her, he could feel her. Her hands were gliding over his chest caressingly.
"You shouldn't do this," he tried to protest.
Then he felt her lips on his own. So warm and sweet and soft. And he gave in. At least tonight he wouldn't be alone.
xxx
He opened his eyes when he heard her opening the door. She tried to sneak away even without a goodbye.
"What are you going to do now," he held her back.
She turned round.
"Don't worry, I won't go back to the bar. I won't sell my body ... my soul ... again. Erin is very nice to me, she says, she knows a small town where they need good people for a new start. I guess I will give it a try."
He hesitated.
"You could stay here."
She smiled.
"That's not a good idea, Smith. And you know that."
Yes, he knew it. This night had been like a dream for both of them. But now life had to go on. He wished, it would be different, but it couldn't be.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered.
"But there is no need for it."
She bent over him and kissed him one last time.
"Tonight you've given me back my life. I didn't know that there is still so much warmth and tenderness in this world. Thank you, Smith, for reminding me."
++the end++
Character: Mr. Smith / an unknown woman
Worte: 261 Worte
A/N: Following "Anger"
revised story: January 2016
It was dark when he did wake up, too dark to see anything, but he could feel it. She was there, in his room, in his bed. He could smell her, he could feel her. Her hands were gliding over his chest caressingly.
"You shouldn't do this," he tried to protest.
Then he felt her lips on his own. So warm and sweet and soft. And he gave in. At least tonight he wouldn't be alone.
xxx
He opened his eyes when he heard her opening the door. She tried to sneak away even without a goodbye.
"What are you going to do now," he held her back.
She turned round.
"Don't worry, I won't go back to the bar. I won't sell my body ... my soul ... again. Erin is very nice to me, she says, she knows a small town where they need good people for a new start. I guess I will give it a try."
He hesitated.
"You could stay here."
She smiled.
"That's not a good idea, Smith. And you know that."
Yes, he knew it. This night had been like a dream for both of them. But now life had to go on. He wished, it would be different, but it couldn't be.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered.
"But there is no need for it."
She bent over him and kissed him one last time.
"Tonight you've given me back my life. I didn't know that there is still so much warmth and tenderness in this world. Thank you, Smith, for reminding me."
++the end++
