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Two Ships [rp for neverwrongagent]

After the call, he'd said he would stay put. And he did, right until he got word of where she was coming in. Then he throw his things back into his bag and made his way to the nearest Couch Canada station. He took the bus and found the cheapest motel he could. He got a room on the backside of the building, and he waited.

He tried to sleep, something he'd been mostly unable to do since he'd called her. But every time he closed his eyes, he imagined he felt the burner phone vibrate and he jerked awake. Finally, he just gave up and turned on the TV. It didn't manage to hold his interest, at all, but it was background noise.

With that noise quieting the doubts in his head, he waited.

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He sniffled softly. "A skylight. Over the bed. So we can see the stars at night."

She pulled back so he could see her shining eyes. "Could we? I'd love that. The stars. And rain. We'd be able to see the rain while we--" She swallowed. "While we make love. I like that."

He nodded, touching her face. "A skylight, definitely." His fingers ran back into her hair and he smiled down at her. "Any other requests, love?"

She couldn't help turning and rubbing against his hand. It echoed the ghost touches she'd been feeling for so long. "Big tub? Long enough for those legs." She rubbed her leg against his. "Big enough for both of us."

If they were going to run away together and live in sin, they should do it right.

He nodded. "Of course. Do you want a skylight in the bathroom, too?"

She groaned softly and nodded. "Yes. Please." She smiled gently. "This place of ours is going to be perfect." She touched his face, running her fingers over his lips. "Perfect for us."

He kissed her finger tips, then settled again. "And you'll come as soon as you can?"

"I won't even bother to pack." She wouldn't either, because everything she really needed would already be in that cabin. He would have taken care of all their materials needs. All that would be left was to be together.

That satisfied him more than anything and he closed his eyes. "We're going to need to eat soon."

She groaned and tucked closer to him. Eating was important, they both needed it. She hadn't eaten much on the run up to him and she could feel that he wasn't eating terribly well. Still, it would mean getting up and not being in close contact. "Soon. I'll make you something."

Content with that, he snuggled back in against her. His eyes closed and he sighed happily. His arms tightened around her and he let himself drift.

Sleep was important, too. That he was so ready to fall back asleep gave her another idea what kind of state he was in. She petted his hair and whispered nonsense at him until she was sure he was really relaxed.

She wished she could roll back time. She wished she could roll it back to just after he'd come home. If she could have made them believe her, they would have been able to stop him before he acted. Things would have been so different.

Things would have been very different. He would have been disappeared and no one would have missed him. His return wouldn't have had enough of an impact on his family to have ruined them. THey certainly wouldn't have been together.

But maybe everyone would have been more sure of their place in the world.

They might have argued about what would have happened, but she was feeling more sanguine about it than he was. Either way, he wouldn't be worrying about what they were worrying about. She kept whispering the nonsense for a long time, letting him rest, until she felt her stomach start rumbling a little.

She kissed his forehead and started to work her way out of his arms. She didn't really want him to get up, she wanted to see him resting. "Just going to make food."

He clung to her for another few moments before shifting and letting her up. He settled on his belly, his arms tucked under the pillow, and turned his head to watch her. He wanted to insist that she stay, that the food wasn't a requirement, but he knew she would be more forceful in her insistence that it was. So he laid quietly, half awake, and watched her.

It made her chest ache to see him watching her that way. He was as at rest as she'd seen him in a long time. She could still see the tension in his shoulders. Focusing on the meal would help her not drop it all and sit with him. They needed to do something normal for a little while.

He didn't have much, but she'd brought some staples with her. Enough that she could make a decent eggs and bacon on the little stove the motel provided. And she made plenty of fresh coffee. When she went back to him, she set the plates on the side table, then sat beside him and put her head on his shoulder. "You have to eat all of it."

He watched her cook with only one eye open, just taking the time to enjoy being still for a bit. When she came back over, he pressed into her hand even as he groaned softly. "All of it?"

She nodded firmly, giving him the smallest smile. The plate wasn't overloaded because she knew he wouldn't be up to eating too much. She was going to steadily feed him over the days they were together. And love him. "Every bite, big boy."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It means sitting up and I'm sorry for that."

He groaned. "Okay. But just this once." He shifted and got himself sitting up, eyeing the food suspiciously. "Every bite?"

"It's not going to bite back." She teased him with a roll of her eyes. But then she handed him the plate and watched him firmly. She wasn't messing around about this. "Take your time. I have coffee."

He perked up a little at coffee. "But I have to eat this to get it, don't I?" He sighed heavily, then resigned himself to eating.

The first few bites were tough, simply because he was not used to being able to enjoy his food. Instead, he had been eating on the run and not even bothering to taste it. So it took a few minutes to realize that he wasn't going to have to leave as soon as he was done because he thought someone had recognized him.

When she saw him start relaxing, she passed him his cup of coffee. But she had every intention of taking that cup right back off him if he slowed eating. She also kept an eye on how well he ate to see if she could sneak some more food into him.

Because she didn't want to spook him by watching too carefully, she rested her free hand on his hip and rubbed gently.

AT the touch of her hand, he glanced at her, then smiled. The contact was nice and it helped him relax a little more into eating. With a sigh, he took a long sip of coffee, then attacked his food with a little more gusto.

She might just have figured out a trick or two on keeping him happy over the time they'd known each other. That it was working made her smile right back at him. Seeing him eat was all she needed. Suddenly her coffee tasted a lot better. She leaned over and kissed him lightly, carefully timing it between his bites.

She might have and the smile was just another of those things, and the kiss. He managed a wink for her before he set his plate down to enjoy his coffee for a few moments. Then he glanced at her and grinned. "Did you bring tea?"

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