Annie Sawyer (AU) (felldownstairs) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-14 19:33:00 |
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Who: Annie And Gilbert
Where: The beach
What: Gilbert makes the ultimate sacrifice to distract Annie
When: Backdated to...ages ago?
Rating: Highish for sex, but most likely very awkward yet adorable sex.
Open: Nope
Status: Closed/Ongoing
Annie could barely remember the last time she’d been so angry and she’d been angry before, she’d been positively furious. She killed, and more than that she’d liked it. Nobody messed with her friends, nobody. All it would have taken was Alex to apologise, it had been an easy mistake to make, Annie appreciated that but the other ghosts attitude, towards her, towards her friends - treating them as if they were nothing, something to win points against her, it had been a wonder Annie had blown up the whole island. It was amazing how cocky someone could be when they had no idea they could be killed. Annie should have told her really, but there were some things she didn’t want anyone to know, whether it was because she wanted to keep that little secret to herself just in case she needed to use it or because she was ashamed of what she’d done even she wasn’t sure. All knew was that without Gilbert here with her, the voice of reason, her calm in the storm she would have done something she’d have regretted.
Only Gilbert was incredibly good at calming her. They were a good influence on each other, despite being almost complete opposites, somewhere along the lines they’d met somewhere in a very big middle ground. She knew he was trying to distract her, anything to stop her blowing light bulbs and raging about that little bitch. And the mere suggestion of going to the beach with him, the mention of him not wearing clothes had been enough to narrow her thought processes to that, to him. He didn’t do that. They didn’t do that and that was okay, it was fine. Annie’s experiences with sex before her death hadn’t exactly been great - ranging from disappointing to downright unpleasant on some occasions. True she’d had better luck with Mitchell, but that didn’t really come into in this situation. It was different with her and Gilbert, she fancied him, she thought he was the loveliest person she’d ever had the good fortune to meet and she loved him more than anything. Okay so perhaps sometimes it was frustrating, sometimes she just wanted to kiss him, she wanted to know if she could get him to make the kinds of sounds Mitchell did when they were together, but it was easy to push down all those desires. If Gilbert didn’t want those things she’d never push it. She understood how things were, and Gilbert was so much more important than any of those things to her.
And yet she couldn’t ignore the feeling of anticipation in the pit of her stomach at the possibilities, though she felt nervous as well, scared that this might change things, that she might frighten him off, that he really would hate this. All she wanted was for this to be nice, better than nice. Perfect, because he deserved that. A few moments of perfection in this horrible place they’d found themselves in when they’d expected peace and their friends. Finally.
Still she couldn’t think about any of that. All she could think about was her wonderful Gilbert, about making sure he knew exactly how much she appreciated him.
Though she was tempted to rentaghost straight to him she walked instead, determined not to look too eager, too impatient, because she’d take this at his pace.
“Gil?” she called as she walked along the beach towards him. She was fairly sure she could sense him, something to do with them both being ghosts perhaps? Still she wanted to make sure he knew she near, to give him chance to ready himself.