InsaneJournal

Who: Benton Fraser and Meg Thatcher
Where: Safehouse in London
When: Some time after this post
What: Pillowtalk, of a kind.
Warnings: PG-13 for sexual themes, no explicit content




Is it love, or some kind of comfort he seeks in her? Is there really a difference? Fraser hasn't been in love often enough to know; never been involved in anything approaching a healthy relationship. He's a man in his mid-thirties, and he hasn't even dated. He's gone about this involvement almost entirely in reverse, thanks to the mutual physical attraction they've shared, and only now are they beginning to truly know each other-- forced by circumstance to share living space. Isn't this supposed to be the final step, not the first? His greatest fear remains, despite her words: that she will see who he is, and baulk, knowing him to be a fraud, to not measure up to everything that he ironically has set himself up to be. And ironically, it is circumstance that's permitted this possibility, this fledgling state of a relationship to even take hold.

He misses Ray, suddenly, acutely. Both of them.


He lies now on his back in the bed, in this room that still feels more utilitarian, more like a hotel room, than a bedroom, staring up at the plain, unadorned ceiling with its functional lightshade.