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For my
50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: 16. Standing
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 685
Rating: R
My Table
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As the short days of January crept slowly by, their moods seemed to reflect the cheerless gray sky.
George split his nights between staying at his flat above the shop and with Lee, never sleeping very comfortably in either place. So he was dimly aware of when Lee slipped quietly out of bed and went into the loo.
They had fallen asleep hours earlier after using their mouths and their fingers until they came together. George had crawled back up the bed and spooned himself behind Lee, both naked and spent.
But his subconscious wrestled him out sleep again when some time later the bed had grown colder from Lee’s absence and the light in the bathroom shone through his closed eyes.
He almost decided to just roll over and stuff his head under his pillow, but a niggling feeling told him that something was amiss.
Pushing open the partially closed door, he leaned against the doorjamb to succumb to a deep yawn.
“Lee? What’re you doin’?” He chanced a quick peek before closing his eyes against the harsh light again.
Lee was standing in front of the sink looking at his reflection in the mirror. When he didn’t reply, George went to him and sleepily put one hand on Lee’s lower back and the other just below his belly button. Resting his forehead on Lee’s shoulder he kissed the pattered tattoo that circled his upper bicep.
“Babe?” He yawned again and then forced his eyes to open to look at Lee’s face in the mirror. What he saw reflected in Lee’s eyes shook him thoroughly awake.
George moved behind Lee to look over his shoulder. George slid his hand up Lee’s belly to his chest, holding him close.
“What is it?” he asked Lee, who looked lost and haunted.
“I can’t see myself anymore,” he said quietly; his voice was as deep and smooth as always, but eerily distant.
“What are you talking about? I see the same sexy bloke I fell for.” George gave him a little playful shake and a smile.
Lee shook his head seriously and ran his hand over his short, curly hair.
“I lost almost two months of my life. Just slept it away.”
George’s smile faded because the memory of those two months were the worst thing he’d had to live through himself and he still was learning to live with the upshot of it all.
“My hair is gone.”
“You weren’t gonna wear dreads your whole life, were ya?” George asked, wanting to lighten Lee’s tone.
“I’ve got scars.” Lee indicated the pigment-depleted patch of skin that the burning hex had left.
“Most of the people who survived the war have a few scars,” George reassured, bending to kiss the creamy skin that marred the otherwise smooth tawny of Lee’s arm.
“My body’s broken now. I’m going to limp like this forever. Still can’t make my hand work properly.”
“Small things, all. At least you’re not a Muggle, we can work around that.”
“George, stop explaining it away like it doesn’t matter!” he snapped. “I’m not the same. You don’t know what it’s like.”
George swallowed hard. Lee was not usually impatient with him, but he wasn’t going to be swayed by temper.
“I know you better than I know my own twin these days.”
Lee shook his head, still looking at himself with disgust.
“I’m nothing but a queer wizard who’s scared of his own shadow, hiding in his mum’s house.”
“You’ve never been scared of anything,” George protested. “Stop this.”
“It’s true, George. I don’t remember much of it but sometimes I’ll see something out of the corner of my eye and I flinch. Or the house will get too quiet and I want to hide. I hate myself for it.”
George didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He knew It wasn’t appropriate to make a joke here but he didn’t know exactly what to do. But most of his actions in life were driven by instinct, not a well thought out plan.
“Listen," he finally said. "You obviously aren’t looking in the same mirror I am. You take another look and tell me what you see.”
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The next smutlet picks up immediately after this one. :D
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Title: 16. Standing
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 685
Rating: R
My Table
~^~
As the short days of January crept slowly by, their moods seemed to reflect the cheerless gray sky.
George split his nights between staying at his flat above the shop and with Lee, never sleeping very comfortably in either place. So he was dimly aware of when Lee slipped quietly out of bed and went into the loo.
They had fallen asleep hours earlier after using their mouths and their fingers until they came together. George had crawled back up the bed and spooned himself behind Lee, both naked and spent.
But his subconscious wrestled him out sleep again when some time later the bed had grown colder from Lee’s absence and the light in the bathroom shone through his closed eyes.
He almost decided to just roll over and stuff his head under his pillow, but a niggling feeling told him that something was amiss.
Pushing open the partially closed door, he leaned against the doorjamb to succumb to a deep yawn.
“Lee? What’re you doin’?” He chanced a quick peek before closing his eyes against the harsh light again.
Lee was standing in front of the sink looking at his reflection in the mirror. When he didn’t reply, George went to him and sleepily put one hand on Lee’s lower back and the other just below his belly button. Resting his forehead on Lee’s shoulder he kissed the pattered tattoo that circled his upper bicep.
“Babe?” He yawned again and then forced his eyes to open to look at Lee’s face in the mirror. What he saw reflected in Lee’s eyes shook him thoroughly awake.
George moved behind Lee to look over his shoulder. George slid his hand up Lee’s belly to his chest, holding him close.
“What is it?” he asked Lee, who looked lost and haunted.
“I can’t see myself anymore,” he said quietly; his voice was as deep and smooth as always, but eerily distant.
“What are you talking about? I see the same sexy bloke I fell for.” George gave him a little playful shake and a smile.
Lee shook his head seriously and ran his hand over his short, curly hair.
“I lost almost two months of my life. Just slept it away.”
George’s smile faded because the memory of those two months were the worst thing he’d had to live through himself and he still was learning to live with the upshot of it all.
“My hair is gone.”
“You weren’t gonna wear dreads your whole life, were ya?” George asked, wanting to lighten Lee’s tone.
“I’ve got scars.” Lee indicated the pigment-depleted patch of skin that the burning hex had left.
“Most of the people who survived the war have a few scars,” George reassured, bending to kiss the creamy skin that marred the otherwise smooth tawny of Lee’s arm.
“My body’s broken now. I’m going to limp like this forever. Still can’t make my hand work properly.”
“Small things, all. At least you’re not a Muggle, we can work around that.”
“George, stop explaining it away like it doesn’t matter!” he snapped. “I’m not the same. You don’t know what it’s like.”
George swallowed hard. Lee was not usually impatient with him, but he wasn’t going to be swayed by temper.
“I know you better than I know my own twin these days.”
Lee shook his head, still looking at himself with disgust.
“I’m nothing but a queer wizard who’s scared of his own shadow, hiding in his mum’s house.”
“You’ve never been scared of anything,” George protested. “Stop this.”
“It’s true, George. I don’t remember much of it but sometimes I’ll see something out of the corner of my eye and I flinch. Or the house will get too quiet and I want to hide. I hate myself for it.”
George didn’t say anything for a few minutes. He knew It wasn’t appropriate to make a joke here but he didn’t know exactly what to do. But most of his actions in life were driven by instinct, not a well thought out plan.
“Listen," he finally said. "You obviously aren’t looking in the same mirror I am. You take another look and tell me what you see.”
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The next smutlet picks up immediately after this one. :D