In the Running 2
May. 8th, 2002 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveHe'd lain in bed watching Joe sleep for fifteen minutes, before he'd got restless. Not that he was never able to sit still for hours at a time -- too many stakeouts or days' worth of paperwork chaining him to a desk had cured any failure to reign himself in. But with a day off facing him, and plenty of sleep on *his* part, if not Joe's, he'd seen no reason not to come outside.
Levon got away from the house far enough that the pounding of hooves would only disturb Fooler. She was in the barn, though, and any fuss she raised wouldn't wake up Joe. He knew he could easily go around and let her out, let her join him for the run -- but this morning he wanted the time to himself.
He leapt into a run, kicking dirt and grass up as his hooves dug into the ground, and restrained the urge to yell. Nothing surer to bring Joe out, guns in hand and a sheet wrapped around his waist. Defeat the whole purpose of letting Joe sleep, while Levon took the chance to stretch his legs.
The morning was cool, though the Helios' chariot was just climbing above the horizon, spreading sunrise across the sky. Levon could tell the day would remain cool, though, from the cold bit of air left by the night and the thick spread of white clouds hanging overhead. Not rain, but enough to hold the heat away.
The perfect kind of day to stay home, tackle the myriad of chores that were piling up, and stop often throughout and head for the pasture. Levon grinned. Or the bedroom. They might not get too many chores done, but at least they could have fun trying. Levon glanced over his shoulder at the house, already growing small at the distance covered so quickly.
How far did he want to run? How long should he let Joe sleep, before he headed in, and let the noise of a shower wake him up before Levon joined him back in bed? Assuming Joe didn't join *him* in the shower, of course.
Levon shook his head and faced forward. Another thought like that one and he'd not have brains enough left to make the decision. He'd be turning and running full speed and... well, it wasn't like it was such a bad thing. But he owed it to his lover, and the exhaustion that had been hard on his face and in his voice, to let the man sleep.
Levon got away from the house far enough that the pounding of hooves would only disturb Fooler. She was in the barn, though, and any fuss she raised wouldn't wake up Joe. He knew he could easily go around and let her out, let her join him for the run -- but this morning he wanted the time to himself.
He leapt into a run, kicking dirt and grass up as his hooves dug into the ground, and restrained the urge to yell. Nothing surer to bring Joe out, guns in hand and a sheet wrapped around his waist. Defeat the whole purpose of letting Joe sleep, while Levon took the chance to stretch his legs.
The morning was cool, though the Helios' chariot was just climbing above the horizon, spreading sunrise across the sky. Levon could tell the day would remain cool, though, from the cold bit of air left by the night and the thick spread of white clouds hanging overhead. Not rain, but enough to hold the heat away.
The perfect kind of day to stay home, tackle the myriad of chores that were piling up, and stop often throughout and head for the pasture. Levon grinned. Or the bedroom. They might not get too many chores done, but at least they could have fun trying. Levon glanced over his shoulder at the house, already growing small at the distance covered so quickly.
How far did he want to run? How long should he let Joe sleep, before he headed in, and let the noise of a shower wake him up before Levon joined him back in bed? Assuming Joe didn't join *him* in the shower, of course.
Levon shook his head and faced forward. Another thought like that one and he'd not have brains enough left to make the decision. He'd be turning and running full speed and... well, it wasn't like it was such a bad thing. But he owed it to his lover, and the exhaustion that had been hard on his face and in his voice, to let the man sleep.