The Morning After (G)
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reddwarfslashThe Morning After
Lister/Rimmer
Rating: G
Notes: something in my head that decided it needed to be written on my lunch break at work.
Lister woke up at the feel of Rimmer slipping out of the covers, letting cool air reach his skin momentarily. He indulged in a soft smile, eyes still closed, at the memory of last night. He didn't hear the hologram's footsteps on the floor, but his eyes shot open when the door whirred. He saw a vaguely Rimmer-shaped blur leaving before the door closed again.
He stopped smiling, and sighed. So, it was going to be like that then. He had hoped...but no, he'd expected this reaction.
Biting his lip in concern, Lister foced himself to give Rimmer some time alone to sort out his thoughts. A few hours of brooding, he conceded, then he'd track him down and help him talk it through.
He rolled over to where Rimmer had been lying and allowed the memories of their night together to play in his mind. The smile tugged at his lips and a wave of overwhelming love filled his blood with a tingly, electric sensation.
~~~~
"Where is he, Hol?" Lister asked after half an hour of searching the most likely places, and finding nothing.
"Hiding under the table in McGruder's old quarters, Dave. He's in a bit of a state."
Lister sighed. "I bet."
He made his way to the unfamilar bunkroom and opened the door without hesitation. It was totally dark.
"Lights," he said gently, upon entering.
"Go away, Lister," came a sob from under the table.
"I'm not going anywhere, Rimmer."
"Well I'm not budging a smegging inch. I'm not coming out," came the wet, petulant reply.
Lister could barely stand to hear this turmoil in Rimmer's voice. He carefully composed himself, and decided he wouldn't say any of the many instinctive responses running through his head. He wouldn't want to escalate Rimmer's panic further by saying anything too emotional.
He sat down, instead, a few feet from the table.
"I'm not coming out," Rimmer repeated in a whisper.
Lister fought the urge to get under there and drag the man out. Being gentle, that was the key.
"Okay." he said. "But I'm waiting right here until you do."
Rimmer cried harder, and Lister settled in for a long day.
Lister/Rimmer
Rating: G
Notes: something in my head that decided it needed to be written on my lunch break at work.
Lister woke up at the feel of Rimmer slipping out of the covers, letting cool air reach his skin momentarily. He indulged in a soft smile, eyes still closed, at the memory of last night. He didn't hear the hologram's footsteps on the floor, but his eyes shot open when the door whirred. He saw a vaguely Rimmer-shaped blur leaving before the door closed again.
He stopped smiling, and sighed. So, it was going to be like that then. He had hoped...but no, he'd expected this reaction.
Biting his lip in concern, Lister foced himself to give Rimmer some time alone to sort out his thoughts. A few hours of brooding, he conceded, then he'd track him down and help him talk it through.
He rolled over to where Rimmer had been lying and allowed the memories of their night together to play in his mind. The smile tugged at his lips and a wave of overwhelming love filled his blood with a tingly, electric sensation.
~~~~
"Where is he, Hol?" Lister asked after half an hour of searching the most likely places, and finding nothing.
"Hiding under the table in McGruder's old quarters, Dave. He's in a bit of a state."
Lister sighed. "I bet."
He made his way to the unfamilar bunkroom and opened the door without hesitation. It was totally dark.
"Lights," he said gently, upon entering.
"Go away, Lister," came a sob from under the table.
"I'm not going anywhere, Rimmer."
"Well I'm not budging a smegging inch. I'm not coming out," came the wet, petulant reply.
Lister could barely stand to hear this turmoil in Rimmer's voice. He carefully composed himself, and decided he wouldn't say any of the many instinctive responses running through his head. He wouldn't want to escalate Rimmer's panic further by saying anything too emotional.
He sat down, instead, a few feet from the table.
"I'm not coming out," Rimmer repeated in a whisper.
Lister fought the urge to get under there and drag the man out. Being gentle, that was the key.
"Okay." he said. "But I'm waiting right here until you do."
Rimmer cried harder, and Lister settled in for a long day.
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Date: 2009-04-30 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-30 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-30 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-30 09:11 pm (UTC)sorry I loved it so much can I have more PLEASE!!!!
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Date: 2009-04-30 09:15 pm (UTC)i wanted to leave them all open.
(besides, in my head, it felt like this was a piece about Rimmer's angst, not the eventual make-up...or eventual break-up...)
...
maybe i stopped here 'cause i was afraid i'd break them up if i continued.
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Date: 2009-04-30 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-01 02:41 pm (UTC)i'm on a Rimmer angst kick, so you can expect more.
<3
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Date: 2009-05-01 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-01 02:47 pm (UTC)assuming Rimmer actually gets out from under the table, yes, cute. if he doesn't?
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thanks for the feedback (on this and other entries), really makes me all fuzzy warm inside.
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Date: 2009-05-02 08:57 am (UTC)...and maybe try to tease him out too to hurry him along.
<3
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Date: 2009-05-01 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-02 07:44 am (UTC)Ah, subtext! Brilliant as always, dear.