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intheheartTitle: breathing
Rating: G
Summary: Middle-aged love.
Warnings: nope.
Notes: For shipwreck_light's prompt "Sunrise / Sunset: Joanna's best one!"
The sun was sinking far in the west, and Joanna, her head tipped back against the house, felt its rays warming her throat. Hugh had put this backyard bench out for her long before they were even anything but friends, and its presence comforted her, a tangible sign of his affection for her, stronger in some ways than the wedding ring she wore.
He settled on the bench beside her then, as if drawn by her thoughts, and she shifted automatically to fit herself against his side, her chin on his shoulder, her arms pressed against his ribs. He put an arm around her, just as automatically, moved his legs to the side to make room for hers. The dying sunlight picked out sparks of gold in the faded hairs on his forearm. She shifted to kiss the inside of his wrist, the paler strip of skin where he wore his watch.
There was no need to say anything. She began, without thinking of it, to breathe in time with him, her heart beating in the same rhythm. She could easily fall asleep like this.
The sun settled gently below the horizon, and the two of them went on breathing.
Rating: G
Summary: Middle-aged love.
Warnings: nope.
Notes: For shipwreck_light's prompt "Sunrise / Sunset: Joanna's best one!"
The sun was sinking far in the west, and Joanna, her head tipped back against the house, felt its rays warming her throat. Hugh had put this backyard bench out for her long before they were even anything but friends, and its presence comforted her, a tangible sign of his affection for her, stronger in some ways than the wedding ring she wore.
He settled on the bench beside her then, as if drawn by her thoughts, and she shifted automatically to fit herself against his side, her chin on his shoulder, her arms pressed against his ribs. He put an arm around her, just as automatically, moved his legs to the side to make room for hers. The dying sunlight picked out sparks of gold in the faded hairs on his forearm. She shifted to kiss the inside of his wrist, the paler strip of skin where he wore his watch.
There was no need to say anything. She began, without thinking of it, to breathe in time with him, her heart beating in the same rhythm. She could easily fall asleep like this.
The sun settled gently below the horizon, and the two of them went on breathing.
