Fixed, by neotantrika (nc-17)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Haven (SyFy series)
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Fic Title: Fixed
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neotantrika
Link: http://neotantrika.livejournal.com/17725.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17/MA, sex scene
Genre: General, episode related
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: I have to say, I was wonderfully surprised to find this fic in such a new fandom, because it's perfectly in character and the details are all wonderfully drawn. This has spoilers through episode 1.08, "Ain't No Sunshine." The last ten seconds of the episode? Y'know, where he gets that look on his face? Yeah, this is one logical outcome of that scene, and how Nathan and Audrey explore the newfound sensation that she inspires in him. And though this fic is hot, it's not just about sex. It really is a great look into how Nathan's disease has affected his outlook on life, and how Audrey changes that.
A great read!
The corner of his mouth curls up, but he says nothing. Let her chatter, it makes him feel warmer.
Despite the wind, the scudding clouds, the bright day, it's still a stakeout and it's still boring. They chat in a leisurely way about this and that--she does most of the talking, he does most of the listening. He learns a little more about her time at Quantico; underneath, he hears loneliness and isolation and throwing herself into hard work, and he gets that. She asks him endless questions: why does the streetlight on Second Street not work after midnight? Why does everyone in town treat Silas Garnier like a Jonah? Is there any way to get decent pizza after seven o'clock? He can answer those questions, but the deeper ones, the ones about his father and Duke and the library lady and the antiques dealer--no, he won't answer those.
“Have you heard from Jess?” she asks, out of nowhere.
It hurts only a little to hear that. Mostly around his middle, where his stomach clenches like a fist. Nathan tries to remember what Jess's lips felt like on his, but he couldn't feel them then and he can't feel them now. “No,” he says shortly. A man would have gotten the message and backed off, but not Audrey. He should know better than to hope she will.
“Maybe you should call her,” Audrey says.
He lowers the binoculars, turns to face her. “Why? She's the one who left.”
“Men,” she sighs dramatically. “That doesn't mean anything. She wants you to call her.”
“Then she should call me.”
“This is childish.”
“Yes, it is.” He shuts the hell up.
She doesn't. “I think you should. You know you want to. Why torture yourself?”
Change the subject. He glances down at her. Her hands are clutching the coffee cup, white-knuckled. What was bothering her? "You mad at me? I owe you money or something?"
She looks at him over the rim of the cup. "No. Just … " She leans forward and sets the cup down. "Forget it."
He shrugs and lets the silence seep in. He likes that about her, that she's okay with silence now and then, when she winds down. Although now it feels a little…charged. Like the air before a thunderstorm. He wonders if it's a female thing. He doesn't have a lot of experience when it comes to women. He is, he thinks with a bitter smile, the last word in insensitive.
"I had a dream last night," she says abruptly. "You were in it."
"I get that a lot."
She punches his arm, the one not holding the hot coffee. "Egotist. This is important, I think."
He makes himself sound nonchalant. "Important? A dream?"
Pairing: Nathan/Audrey
Fic Title: Fixed
Author:
neotantrikaLink: http://neotantrika.livejournal.com/17725.html
Rating/Warning(s): NC-17/MA, sex scene
Genre: General, episode related
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: I have to say, I was wonderfully surprised to find this fic in such a new fandom, because it's perfectly in character and the details are all wonderfully drawn. This has spoilers through episode 1.08, "Ain't No Sunshine." The last ten seconds of the episode? Y'know, where he gets that look on his face? Yeah, this is one logical outcome of that scene, and how Nathan and Audrey explore the newfound sensation that she inspires in him. And though this fic is hot, it's not just about sex. It really is a great look into how Nathan's disease has affected his outlook on life, and how Audrey changes that.
A great read!
The corner of his mouth curls up, but he says nothing. Let her chatter, it makes him feel warmer.
Despite the wind, the scudding clouds, the bright day, it's still a stakeout and it's still boring. They chat in a leisurely way about this and that--she does most of the talking, he does most of the listening. He learns a little more about her time at Quantico; underneath, he hears loneliness and isolation and throwing herself into hard work, and he gets that. She asks him endless questions: why does the streetlight on Second Street not work after midnight? Why does everyone in town treat Silas Garnier like a Jonah? Is there any way to get decent pizza after seven o'clock? He can answer those questions, but the deeper ones, the ones about his father and Duke and the library lady and the antiques dealer--no, he won't answer those.
“Have you heard from Jess?” she asks, out of nowhere.
It hurts only a little to hear that. Mostly around his middle, where his stomach clenches like a fist. Nathan tries to remember what Jess's lips felt like on his, but he couldn't feel them then and he can't feel them now. “No,” he says shortly. A man would have gotten the message and backed off, but not Audrey. He should know better than to hope she will.
“Maybe you should call her,” Audrey says.
He lowers the binoculars, turns to face her. “Why? She's the one who left.”
“Men,” she sighs dramatically. “That doesn't mean anything. She wants you to call her.”
“Then she should call me.”
“This is childish.”
“Yes, it is.” He shuts the hell up.
She doesn't. “I think you should. You know you want to. Why torture yourself?”
Change the subject. He glances down at her. Her hands are clutching the coffee cup, white-knuckled. What was bothering her? "You mad at me? I owe you money or something?"
She looks at him over the rim of the cup. "No. Just … " She leans forward and sets the cup down. "Forget it."
He shrugs and lets the silence seep in. He likes that about her, that she's okay with silence now and then, when she winds down. Although now it feels a little…charged. Like the air before a thunderstorm. He wonders if it's a female thing. He doesn't have a lot of experience when it comes to women. He is, he thinks with a bitter smile, the last word in insensitive.
"I had a dream last night," she says abruptly. "You were in it."
"I get that a lot."
She punches his arm, the one not holding the hot coffee. "Egotist. This is important, I think."
He makes himself sound nonchalant. "Important? A dream?"
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