Houston Knights ficlet 1
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gilascaveSet in-between "Stable Relationship" and "Left of Centaur".
In The Running
Levon snuck out of bed, leaving Joe asleep, head buried in the pillow and sheets wrapped over one shoulder. Levon didn't think his lover would wake up for anything short of coffee, the alarm, or the sharp voice of someone telling him he was late for work.
The last two weren't likely to happen, since they had the day off. The first -- well, it could wait til later. Joe had been up late and not got home until well past midnight, stuck helping transfer a prisoner from Galveston to Houston, then sitting around the station for the paperwork to catch up so they could actually process the guy.
Levon tip-toed out of the bedroom, leaving the lights off. He didn't want to wake Joe, because he knew if he did his partner would insist on crawling out of bed and joining him.
It wasn't that Levon didn't *want* Joe to join him. But he wanted to let Joe sleep -- and they could go out again, after Joe woke up naturally and had some breakfast.
Probably closer to noon.
Levon grinned, and headed towards the back door. When he stepped out, he eased the door closed, then walked just far enough away that he had room to change. Then he did so, and shook himself.
Sometimes he felt like he hadn't been able to change for days -- weeks, sometimes -- even when it had only been one day. He sometimes did go long stretches without a chance to change, especially when his partner had first begun spending so much of his time outside of work, with Levon.
Worth it, but Levon was grateful he didn't have to hide anymore. He walked slowly, and quietly, away from the house. The weight of carrying the secret had nearly broken their relationship in half. Now, though, Levon knew he could go back inside and crawl into bed -- after changing forms back, of course -- and invite his lover out for a run. Or wait for a counter offer to stay in bed.
Levon grinned. Maybe after the run.
In The Running
Levon snuck out of bed, leaving Joe asleep, head buried in the pillow and sheets wrapped over one shoulder. Levon didn't think his lover would wake up for anything short of coffee, the alarm, or the sharp voice of someone telling him he was late for work.
The last two weren't likely to happen, since they had the day off. The first -- well, it could wait til later. Joe had been up late and not got home until well past midnight, stuck helping transfer a prisoner from Galveston to Houston, then sitting around the station for the paperwork to catch up so they could actually process the guy.
Levon tip-toed out of the bedroom, leaving the lights off. He didn't want to wake Joe, because he knew if he did his partner would insist on crawling out of bed and joining him.
It wasn't that Levon didn't *want* Joe to join him. But he wanted to let Joe sleep -- and they could go out again, after Joe woke up naturally and had some breakfast.
Probably closer to noon.
Levon grinned, and headed towards the back door. When he stepped out, he eased the door closed, then walked just far enough away that he had room to change. Then he did so, and shook himself.
Sometimes he felt like he hadn't been able to change for days -- weeks, sometimes -- even when it had only been one day. He sometimes did go long stretches without a chance to change, especially when his partner had first begun spending so much of his time outside of work, with Levon.
Worth it, but Levon was grateful he didn't have to hide anymore. He walked slowly, and quietly, away from the house. The weight of carrying the secret had nearly broken their relationship in half. Now, though, Levon knew he could go back inside and crawl into bed -- after changing forms back, of course -- and invite his lover out for a run. Or wait for a counter offer to stay in bed.
Levon grinned. Maybe after the run.