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Fall At Your Feet
by Nicola



Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: #3.01, 'The Two'



Everything in their relationship moved quickly. A whirlwind romance that reduced their surroundings to a dazzling blur. Merry-go-round nausea and ferris wheel vertigo.

If he was truthful, it was always just temporary. You can't spin in circles forever; eventually you'll stumble and fall. But Lauren seemed able prolong the sensation.

It was she who set the pace. Her restlessness seemed to hum across the surface of her skin (he could feel it there, translating onto his body as a visceral agitation, as he moved inside of her). For him, it seemed energizing. With Sydney, everything had been carefully measured; unravelling slowness, with stop-start breaks that rattled inside of him. With Lauren, he could move so fast that everything else fell away.

"I've waited long enough." He'd murmured it the first time they'd kissed. Quick heat, like the strike of a match, burning away Sydney's memory. He had to move on -- everyone said so. But no one was willing to let him. Weiss's eyes frowned Sydney as he leaned in for kisses that aimed for the cheek and found the mouth; Jack's hands were pinprick reminders of her through his suit. Lauren was careless and callous and never bothered to ask how he was doing.

Their first date had been a lunch at a mid-priced restaurant. She'd looked bored as she'd chewed delicately through exactly half a caesar salad. "Shall we go?" he had asked, meaning: this isn't working; I'm not over Sydney; it's a bad date. She'd blinked and said that there was a motel three streets over; "we could get a room for an hour."

He still wasn't sure whether she had misunderstood . . . or understood him perfectly.

It became a routine. On the fifth occasion (the second week of their relationship), exactly 32 minutes into their lunch-hour, she'd risen above him, her hair falling in his face and midday sunshine through the window blinding him: "I feel like your whore." She'd grinned and kissed him hard so that he couldn't try to deny it.





September 2005
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