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John Dawlish (jdisnotamused) wrote in afreshrpg,

John’s fingers lingered in the ends of her hair, rubbing the strands gently between his fingertips, his eyes meeting hers with an odd combination of fierce heat and gentle understanding. Dorcas was doing some interesting things to his thought patterns. And to his emotions. He wasn’t sure where this fierce protective streak had come from. Oh, he had it generally. But specifically? That was new. And this gentle, soft way he was handling her wasn’t exactly his regular pattern of behavior. He had the capability, but not many people drew it out of him. He knew how to use things like that in cases when he needed to be someone else. But to feel it, genuinely, for a woman? That was definitely uncharted territory. (Even if the woman was someone he’d known for a long time, cared deeply for, and respected.) And it was coming so easily to him.

It should have worried him. But all he felt was a calm certainty. This was where he was supposed to be, what he was supposed to be doing. And she was the reason. It surprised J.D. how quickly twenty years disappeared. And the way she was responding to him… the subtle heat he felt in reaction wasn’t what he’d expected.

“I’m not complaining.” John said quietly, in his rough voice. With a slow smile, he continued playing a little with her hair. Something seemed necessary about touching her. Comfort, reassurance, protectiveness… he wasn’t sure what all made it seem so. “I’m fine right where I am.”