Theme: Exploration of a Relationship Through The Five Senses
Pairing: Carson Beckett/Laura Cadman (Stargate Atlantis)
Previous: Sight; Sound
Summary: Laura told herself a lot of things while Carson trailed his hand down her body as he slept.
He’s asleep, he needs his rest, no need to wake him up, she could wait until morning when he was in a better mood and rested.
Laura told herself a lot of things while Carson trailed his hand down her body as he slept. His hand finally stopped against her hips, the rough pad of his thumb tracing small circles before stilling. She swallowed hard. His hands were so close, so very close. If she just shifted sideways and curved towards him, his fingers would fall just slightly and brush against…
No, she scolded herself. He needs sleep. She told herself to stop thinking about his hands. His rough but gentle physician’s hands. If Carson knew only one thing, it was how to use his hands. Those hands that could bring whatever they touched to life. Those hands that were again shifting back up her body and now resting on her waist.
She tilted her head back slightly, just slightly, to rest in the crook of his shoulder. If she wasn’t going to think about his hands, she also couldn’t think about his shoulders. Or his arms. Carson was stronger than he let on, although she learned from a few of the nurses that that was quite common with doctors. She’d heard of him physically restraining patients while the nurses set up the straps or the IVs, setting legs and arms and cracking open ribcages when need be. None of these things, the nurses said, were an easy feat. She’d felt those arms stretch and flex when he’d pick her up and spin her around when the day had been a good one, when she’d grab him just above the elbow to pull him away from his tests for dinner, when she’d pull off his shirt at night just to admire what was hers.
Carson shifted closer, tightening his grip and pulling her flush against his body. Laura held her breath for a moment before sighing when he began to snore once again. When this had first started, she’d marveled at how easily she fit into his embrace. Broad chest, large arms, solid body… all surrounding her. Usually a leg thrown haphazardly over hers depending on what went on before they fell asleep. The weight was comforting. The weight was appealing. The weight was distracting, especially now that the weight of his arm and that hand was trailing further up her body, now brushing lightly across her collarbone. His fingers were feather light and coupled with warm breath settling against her shoulder as he slept. If she tilted back further to escape the temptation of his hands…
“Carson,” she gasped quietly as his leg slipped between hers.
He placed a small kiss at the nape of her neck before smiling against her skin. “Are you awake yet, love?” he whispered, his voice deep and resonant in the dark. “Or should I continue?”
Next: IV. Scent
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