Hello, people!
is outside again so cold and rainy Shietwetter * *. Just the right words to get their favorite sweater to go over to 'ne brew pot of hot tea, snuggle into a soft, warm blanket and plump for something to grab to read that a really heated from within. * Sigh * So this translation
should then be just the thing.
Happy reading! :-)
Fandom: The Sentinel
Pairing: Jim Ellison / Blair Sandburg (pre-slash)
Rating: PG-13
Beta: none
Content: Jim is on the way home from a week-long operation outside of Cascade, in the sand castle could not be there. In these straits he does so his thoughts about his partner and what he has for some time for him feels ...
Note: the rights to this story the author includes the original text. I have only translated from English into German.
The pictures that I added to the text are drawn by me and do NOT belong to the original story.
He had been thinking a lot about him.
He looked through the window, watching the fences, which he passed, and the clouds that passed by.
Seven hours on a train really were a long time to think. He wanted to take a plane, but the snow storm had forced the airport, all to cancel flights. And he took the train rather than to spend Christmas in the waiting hall of the airport.
He sighed.
It was for him the first time that he felt such a great longing for his home.
home.
His "home" had soft, brown curls and big blue eyes. And a body to which he wanted to think in that moment, not until he was alone with him.
He sighed again.
They lived together now for a few years and he could still not explain what had kept him so long like this, to feel what he felt now. Or why he suppressed these feelings for so long had.
At the beginning he had not been able to stand. Jim smiled as he remembered how he had seen Blair the first time: doctor's coat, glasses, ponytail, nervously jumping about.
He had to learn to trust him and Blair became his guide. Sandburg was the only one who could get out of a "zone-out", just as he spoke with him. Jim called it the "guide mode". He is still wondering how was this voice of Blair's otherwise normal voice: deep, quiet, gentle.
God, he missed him.
Jim had been away for two weeks to in some desolate area with a work of Simon's friends on a case. It was been a bad thing. Any psychopath murdered women and slashed at them.
But they had caught it early enough and Jim would have to be home for Christmas, had it not been that damn snow storm.
He thought about how fundamental had changed his feelings for Blair. First he had to accept that Blair really had him in the handling of his Sentinel abilities can help. Although his restlessness could be quite annoying, but Jim had learned in that Blair's habit of jumping to the speed of light from one thought to another, could be truly inspiring.
Having more time together, Jim began to enjoy Blair's society really. He realized that he could forget all caution when he was together with his guide and that he hoped the younger man by any benefits, as others had done before him. been
Once, it had to be in the spring, as he caught himself as he watched Blair for a more sexual way. It had started when he wondered how it would feel would graze his fingers through the curls, as these eyes would sparkle with desire. Jim's ideas had become day by day more and more accurate. He was thinking almost constantly about how the Blair Mouth would feel on his neck, he would squirm when Jim would play at his breast piercing ...
Jim groaned and tried to suppress his fantasies. They were much alive ...
Two hours.
It was later even worse.
He was still thinking about how Blair was sexy. And how.
But now he was simply the desire to keep him. His arms close around him, burying his face in his hair and relax.
Yes, he had fallen in love with his guide.
crazy.
And although thoroughly like everything he did.
He wanted Blair, with heart, body and soul.
So what would happen if he were to tell him?
Jim had been thinking a lot about the last few weeks. He doubted that Blair would leave him if he was not Jim's feelings said. He took his work as a guide too seriously and knew that Jim would not have been able to control his senses for a long time without him.
He was more afraid of this feeling of safety and security, to lose that trust between them.
would he reveal his feelings Blair and his guide would not be the same feelings for him, so that would destroy their friendship, because it gave Jim no doubt.
Maybe he should begin to give him more attention. One possibility would be
, Jim thought wistfully and snorted. He
Blair would observe and to try to perceive any change in its smell or his heartbeat when they were together.
Jim thought of the telephone call that he had had a few hours with Blair. He had called five or six times in the last two weeks, more if they had made any progress in order to have a reason to call with him. Jim had to begun to close its eyes to everything else, bring out the voice of his guides, to silence. And then as he lay in bed, he repeated over and over again the conversation in his mind.
It was not so much the words but the tone of his voice, and what he achieved in it.
How warm and he certainly felt by him.
He wanted to be home. And he wanted Blair understood what "home" meant to him.
Jim thought of the time in his life when he was still without his guide, and could not remember anything special. For all the adventure and excitement had all begun with Blair.
He had to tell him at some point, for he was sure that he could not hide for long.
He was almost home, just ten minutes.
Jim would take a taxi and would be home soon. He longed to send out its meaning and Blair to find again. His heart beat, the light scent of his shampoo, which hung in these silken hair, perhaps a subtle hint of sweat, and below its essence, this smell that emanated only from Blair.
Jim got up, took his jacket and his luggage and got ready to leave the train. He could see already the bustle at the station and drove his senses, so far he was able to shut. Then left the train and he made his way through the people who ran towards him to catch the train, families were reunited and thousands of other people.
So it seemed to him at least.
Jim would not notice nearly the hand that pulled insistently on his arm. When he finally turned around, he could hardly avoid it, that he lost himself in those sparkling blue eyes, looked at him, and almost fell into a zone-out.
When he tried to shut down his vision, he met the scent of his guides and the feeling of the hand on his arm at full strength. He groaned and focused on Blair's heartbeat in order to calm down.
Finally heard Blair's he worried voice. "Hey, big guy, come back to me. Tell me what's wrong with you ..."
"I'm okay. There is just too loud ..."
"Okay, man, come with me." Said Blair, and pushed him into a quiet corner. "It's better this way?"
"Yeah, thanks." Muttered Jim, with closed eyes and rubbed his temples. When he opened his eyes again, he saw again those wonderful blue eyes. Jim gave it up slowly, defend yourself, and the scent of his guides it flooded. He enjoyed it for a moment, cautiously anxious not to lose it again.
Jim smiled. "What are you doing here?"
Blair gave him back a brilliant smile. "I wanted to pick up, so you have to take a taxi. The Christmas dinner waiting at home ... if you are hungry."
Jim just stared at him. His feelings for Blair, the desire to keep him and for him to be close, were so strong that it caused him almost physical pain. Just when Blair wanted to ask him if he was back in a zone-out, Jim went up to him, hugged him and pulled him gently to his chest.
"Thank you, Blair." He whispered, feeling the soft hair tickled his cheek.
"You're welcome, man," Blair said softly. His body pressed close to the Jims. Quietly observed the sentinel relieved that he did not hesitate for a second.
For a moment she stood there and enjoyed the feeling of holding on to each other.
Then, softly: "Jim?"
"Yeah?"
"Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas, Blair. Come, let us go home."
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