Title: Bagels

Author: Little Grey Girl

Rating: PG-13

Classification: MSR of course. 

Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be rich. 
As they're not, I have to work for a living. 

Spoilers: all things 

Summary: Post-ep poetic fluff. 

***

I wake to find her gone.
The sheets are cold
though the pillow retains her dent
and I can still smell her perfume 
in the air. 

Last night wasn't the fist time
but it's still too new 
to take for granted.
We don't have a system
on how this is to run. 

Perhaps I was wrong
to invite her back to mine
after all she's just been through
Too much too soon.
She felt pressurised and escaped. 

I make a promise
in her absence.
I'll back off,
take things slowly.
Please let this work out.

I'm about to get up
to prepare for the day alone,
when I hear the keys in the lock
and in a moment
she stands in my doorway. 

I jump from the bed
to wrap her in my arms
"I thought you'd gone" I mumble into her shoulder.
"I woke up. You weren't here.
I thought I'd got it all wrong." 

She grins, half laughing,
returning my hug.
Holding up a brown paper bag
she shrugs.
"I just went to get bagels." 

My relief is overwhelming,
and joined arms encourage joined lips.
As we start clumsily back to the bed
she breaks away to mumble
"The bagels will get cold." 

"Stuff them"
I reply
"We can re-heat." 
And we take another small step,
on this un-navigated journey. 

This is new for us both
but we're learning.
Slowly.
Making up the rules as we go along.
Making it last.

***

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