Spoilers: I tend to avoid them.
Challenge: #49 Frozen.
Disclaimer: Non for profit.
A/N: Written fast, and it's weird. But I'm supersticious and so here it is. =)
Written for ncis_drabble 2/16/06.
Abby was sprawled across his bed in the moonlight. Black hair covered the pale skin of her face. His sheets, pale blue, had slipped to her waist. Only a small portion of tattooed skin was visible.
He'd slipped from her grasp when he felt his throat catch with emotion. His eyes had swam in red as he dropped into the chair.
It was not supposed to be emotional. It was supposed to fill a need. Desire. White hot and consuming. It was supposed to be sex.
And now she slept in peace under soft moonlight wrapped in pale blue sheets. She slept in safety and exhaustion. She rested in comfort knowing that he was watching, keeping his vigil, keeping her safe.