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1 through F › Dark City
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
1,341
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The Lovers: Love
Tarot - The Lovers
Love
The hospital keeps them for another few days for observation, and John spends it all in Daniel's room. Talking softly, Daniel's hand in his, wondering at the tightness that grips his chest whenever he sees him, at the giddy mix of adoration and desire whenever he touches him. They speak of the city, the changes they will make together, of making sure that no more of the Strangers survive. They speak of John's abilities, which apparently have a limit, his ability to Tune overworked and fatigued, like the body after a marathon. And slowly, shyly, they talk about each other, of John's unexpected but wonderful realization of needing not Anna, but another man, needing Daniel, of thoughts and feelings and words of love that make Daniel smile so irresistibly, make his pale cheeks pink, make John's heart race.
Gradually, his headaches fade. Daniel regains his strength, and they are allowed to go home.
Daniel's office and his apartment are just as they left them, right down to the empty teacups on the table, which John washes silently, the old fashioned way, in the sink. Daniel comes up behind him, letting a hand rest on his back, and John can feel the warmth of it through his shirt. "You don't have to do that, John."
John shakes his head and smiles, setting the clean cups upside-down on a tea towel to dry. "It's the least I can do, since you've been so kind to let me stay here."
Daniel is smiling as he turns to face him, and slips a hand into John's. "I think you're a little more than a guest here, now. Are you not?"
John wets his lips, leaning closer to him, closing his eyes and letting his forehead rest gently against Daniel's, and his heart is pounding so loudly in his chest that he's sure that Daniel must be able to hear it. "I... I am anything you would like me to be. Anything you want from me is yours."
He feels Daniel's fingers stroke gently through his hair, cupping his face, his voice ever so soft, hesitant. "Just... love me. Let me stay by your side and I... I will be yours forever."
He smiles, turning his face to nuzzle Daniel's palm, and his hand slips up into Daniel's hair, urging his head to tilt ever so slightly so that he can lean in to kiss him. It's different, he realizes instantly, than it had been in the hospital, kept apart by hospital beds and wires and tubes. It's real now, almost electric, and Daniel is trembling just a little under his touch. The doctor presses closer to him, letting go of John's hand to slip his arms around his waist, hands slowly stroking over his hips and back as he yields to John's kiss. This is what was missing, John realizes, what he couldn't find with Anna. Knowing that he wasn't alone anymore. Knowing completion.
Daniel's lips part with a soft sigh, inviting, and John lets himself indulge, tasting him, pulling him against him, hearing the softest moan escape his throat, unbidden. Daniel radiates warmth, and tastes somehow like honey and sunlight, golden like his hair, and he finds that he somehow can't get enough of kissing him, indulging again and again until they are forced to part simply to catch their breath.
"How did I ever do without you?" He murmurs softly, and the doctor gives a soft, warm chuckle, letting his head nestle into John's shoulder, nuzzling his neck.
"We think the same thoughts, love."
Love
The hospital keeps them for another few days for observation, and John spends it all in Daniel's room. Talking softly, Daniel's hand in his, wondering at the tightness that grips his chest whenever he sees him, at the giddy mix of adoration and desire whenever he touches him. They speak of the city, the changes they will make together, of making sure that no more of the Strangers survive. They speak of John's abilities, which apparently have a limit, his ability to Tune overworked and fatigued, like the body after a marathon. And slowly, shyly, they talk about each other, of John's unexpected but wonderful realization of needing not Anna, but another man, needing Daniel, of thoughts and feelings and words of love that make Daniel smile so irresistibly, make his pale cheeks pink, make John's heart race.
Gradually, his headaches fade. Daniel regains his strength, and they are allowed to go home.
Daniel's office and his apartment are just as they left them, right down to the empty teacups on the table, which John washes silently, the old fashioned way, in the sink. Daniel comes up behind him, letting a hand rest on his back, and John can feel the warmth of it through his shirt. "You don't have to do that, John."
John shakes his head and smiles, setting the clean cups upside-down on a tea towel to dry. "It's the least I can do, since you've been so kind to let me stay here."
Daniel is smiling as he turns to face him, and slips a hand into John's. "I think you're a little more than a guest here, now. Are you not?"
John wets his lips, leaning closer to him, closing his eyes and letting his forehead rest gently against Daniel's, and his heart is pounding so loudly in his chest that he's sure that Daniel must be able to hear it. "I... I am anything you would like me to be. Anything you want from me is yours."
He feels Daniel's fingers stroke gently through his hair, cupping his face, his voice ever so soft, hesitant. "Just... love me. Let me stay by your side and I... I will be yours forever."
He smiles, turning his face to nuzzle Daniel's palm, and his hand slips up into Daniel's hair, urging his head to tilt ever so slightly so that he can lean in to kiss him. It's different, he realizes instantly, than it had been in the hospital, kept apart by hospital beds and wires and tubes. It's real now, almost electric, and Daniel is trembling just a little under his touch. The doctor presses closer to him, letting go of John's hand to slip his arms around his waist, hands slowly stroking over his hips and back as he yields to John's kiss. This is what was missing, John realizes, what he couldn't find with Anna. Knowing that he wasn't alone anymore. Knowing completion.
Daniel's lips part with a soft sigh, inviting, and John lets himself indulge, tasting him, pulling him against him, hearing the softest moan escape his throat, unbidden. Daniel radiates warmth, and tastes somehow like honey and sunlight, golden like his hair, and he finds that he somehow can't get enough of kissing him, indulging again and again until they are forced to part simply to catch their breath.
"How did I ever do without you?" He murmurs softly, and the doctor gives a soft, warm chuckle, letting his head nestle into John's shoulder, nuzzling his neck.
"We think the same thoughts, love."