fletcher charleston / edward blake (funnypapers) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-06-23 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | fletcher charleston, gemma ford |
Who: Gemma Davenport and Fletcher Charleston
What: Their time together for the week.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: Gemma's house.
Warnings: TBA.
Things had remained nice and quiet at the Resistance house. They may have all broken out of prison together, and lived under the same roof, but it wasn't rare for them to go their separate ways during the day. Which was good. It meant that Fletcher didn't raise any eyebrows when he snuck out to carry on his 'illicit romance', as his brother had put it. Lorne was right about that. He was also right about this being a very, very bad idea. It didn't matter, though. He questioned it every time he went to see her, and every time, the results were the same. By that point, he didn't think he could have stayed away if he tried.
When he arrived, they went through the same easy routine that they had the week before. Dinner (now with somewhat less meager supplies), conversation, bedroom. They definitely saved the best for last.
That didn't mean that he blazed out of there right away, though. He still had a few hours to spare before he had to get back, and it wasn't like he had that far to go. Not that Gemma knew that. He'd yet to tell her that they were all still in LA, mostly because it felt like some sort of betrayal to the rest of the Resistance. That wasn't what he was there to do. He wasn't a traitor. He just happened to care very much for someone who was on the other side of this particular line. Having her so close right then only cemented in his mind that that was never going to change. Not if it was his choice to change it, anyway. He didn't suppose he could blame her if she ever wanted to leave.
Just thinking that had him pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Not falling asleep on me, are you?"