Bright shiny dream

[Lovely]

June 28, 2009
morning


Jaime slept deeply and peacefully for the first time in several weeks, she didn't scream and claw herself or break furniture with Tripp curled around her. Each inhale brought his scent to her as she slept and kept her calmed rather than in fits of agony or terror from the loss she'd felt without him. He might feel her soft purr that vibrated out now and then, she was truly content and happy with him there. She'd been too weak and ill the night before to reunite with him the way they both wanted to, their fury and passion would have to wait to be fully unleashed until she was stronger. It would take time for her to regain her strength and heal the damage that had been done over the weeks without him, for now they would have to be satisfied with more gentle affection. Jaime sighed out with a soft noise as she shifted beneath the tangle of covers and limbs, her arm trying to stretch up over her head. She lay on her stomach with her head to the side and her hair flowing loose and free from the simple pony tail she'd been wearing it in.

Patrick wasn't sleeping. His eyes were closed, but he traveled to and fro in his thoughts and occasionally in hers when she made her soft sighs and purrs. He didn't need to tug or jolt to settle her now, though. She was calm and content on her own as long as he stayed close. He was nearly content. She shifted again and was beginning to tangle into her hair that had come loose from its gathering clip. He rose up a little to brush her hair back from her face and along her pillow, then kissed her forehead gently. His brow was furrowed as he stumbled through his head. This wasn't going to work. How could it? She was content and purring. She was happy. She hadn't been happy in weeks and for all their trying and marrying and observing and testing, the only thing that had worked was the one thing she'd been denied -him. They would credit Kyle.. Kurt... Kent! He was doing his best to forget the man already, but Kent would be lauded for releasing her from the confines of her depression and Patrick would be denied still. Nevermind that Kent wasn't coming back. The only solution he was arriving at pained him in ways even he was uncomfortable with and he laid back against the pillow again, staring into his eyelids and hoping for rest to allow him to think more clearly.

She began to stir more, his inner turmoil slowly ebbing into her natural feral senses as well as the connection which he used to slip in and out of her thoughts. It wasn't enough to cause her to be awfully upset but disturbed her rest with concern for him and her eyes blinked heavily until she was able to keep them open. Jaime shifted, running her hand up his abdomen to rest on his chest as she bit gently at his arm, nuzzling and crawling up to the pillow next to him. "Tell me." She whispered, wanting to know what could cause him to feel the way he did, touching him only increased what she had already sensed.

He grinned though his eyes stayed closed. "Mmmm. Nowhere to hide, yeah?" He grasped her hand on his chest and tried to kiss her fingers and nip at them gently. "Rough water, lovely. Lots of it unless we make some adjustments, that's all. It's a bright, shiny dream, but I think we'll have to interrupt it for a bit. No pouting, though. I want you to hear me out. Do you trust me?"

[Lovely]

She tried not to pout, tried very hard but a small one still found itself planted on her lips, she hid it against his shoulder as best she could. The mere thought of being without him after just getting him back, made her ache, but she did trust him. "Shouldn't have to ask me that.. you should know I do."

He nodded. "When you're fully awake, I do, but half asleep and still tossing about the aches and pains, I needed to be sure. Good. Now, hear me out, right? Scotty's got it out for me and not in a good way, never has, and not like to soon, unless he sees just how miserable you are.. which right now you're not, right? I'll take that due credit, thank you," he added, kissing her fingers again and rolling to his side to lean on his arm and watch her. His brow was still knotted a little with concern he tried to mask, but seeing the ache in her eyes as she awaited his plan was nearly unbearable. He sighed a little. "Can't have him thinking you're happy because I'm not really here, am I? He sees you happy and Kent gets the kudos while I get the dogs at the gate. If he thinks for a moment that this stupid marriage idea is in any way working.. we need to prove him deadly wrong, pet. That's the quandary and I only have one suggestion."

She clenched her fingers around his hand as he rolled to face her and laid out more of his idea for her to consider, she didn't like it already. Jaime bit at her lip and closed her eyes, feeling the dampness of tears already stinging them. "I don't want you to go." Her voice was soft and strained with emotion, it was her bringing his hand to her mouth to kiss his fingers, this time. "You're right about.. my father.. and all of it.. they will think it was Kent or moving me out here.." She opened her eyes to stare into his. "What do you suggest we do to prove him wrong?"

His fingertip traced her lip. "I have to disappear again. Not... for long, though. Scotty has to believe, and Josephine needs to even more with all her motherly wolfy senses, that you haven't been made better and might in fact even be worse than before. True, you will be if I go, but there can't even be a hint that something's amiss here or they'll link Kent back to me and we can't have that, can we? I know someone, pet. He can come take me out of here," he said, reaching up a little to brush her temple. "Only as much as we tell him, so not everything, but enough that this night becomes only vaguely remembered as a fantasy... only a bright, shiny dream. Then, when Scotty and your mother are at the veritable end of their hanging rope, I ride back in, shining armor and sharp, twisty blades, just for you. Do you think it will work?"

She listened and the pout he traced etched more deeply and her eyes became increasingly stormy, nearly violently so. As he explained about his friend, she thought at first that he only meant someone to sneak him back off the estate grounds but he went on it she realized what he was trying to say. Her eyes were wide and frightened of losing the memory of him, having him taken away so completely again. She went over his idea again and again but knew it was their best chance at having a lasting future, with her father's reluctant approval. "I don't want you to go." She repeated softly, meaning both his physical leaving and that of the memory of him being here with her. "It will work.. if I can't remember you being here, I won't be happy anymore.. I'll be just like I was before.. maybe worse.. but that's better for the idea to work." She hated to admit it, hated the thought of it, and hated even more that she would do this very thing she hated to be with him later.