James/Georgie drabbles
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tattooedsirenTitle: To My Knees
Rating: PG
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springfall_kg, my J/G muse. This is probably my favourite out of all the drabbles I did so I hope you enjoy it.
To My Knees
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Big blue eyes, curly chocolate hair, pale freckles, a smile that can light up a room. But more than all that, her beauty comes from within; she is fun and smart and generous and strong.
And I am amazed that she loves me.
Would it be weird to say that the first time we kissed I knew she was the one for me? Probably no more weirder than saying that when I first met her and she was a tiny little thing, excited at her first job, I knew she would be an important part of my life. But back then I never could have imagined this.
I hold her hand in mine, hoping she can’t feel my palms sweating. She smiles at me, but there is also concern in her eyes. I haven’t been myself tonight, nerves getting the better of me.
If only she knew. The truth is I wanted to do this the instant we kissed and every moment since. Every morning we wake up together. Every dinner we share. Every goodnight kiss. I wanted to say the words but never have. I will tonight.
Would it be shocking to hear I bought the ring a month after we got together? That I was in New York for a meeting and found myself in Tiffanys buying a diamond ring, grinning like an idiot when the salesman offered me his congratulations.
She brings my hand up to her lips and kisses it, bringing me back from my reverie. I turn to her and she smiles at me.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be all that bad.”
I laugh. I love her so much.
“It’s not.”
I look around. There is no one about so I lead her to a nearby fountain, figuring this is as good a place as any.
“So what’s up?” she asks.
I take a deep breath, taking both her hands in mine. This is it.
“I’ve thought about all the different ways I can say this. All the different ways to tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. But in the end, I decided simplicity is best.”
I get down onto my knees. Her eyes widen and I smile shakily at her.
“I love you. You wouldn’t believe how much. And I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Georgie, will you marry me?”
She says nothing for a moment and my heart stops, automatically imagining the worst. But then she lowers herself, getting down onto her knees so she can look into my eyes as she says, “Yes. Yes, James, I will marry you.”
Title: Trapped
Rating: PG
Foralexi_lupin. Enjoy!
Trapped
There are drawbacks to being a good actor. One is that you are very in touch with your emotions. You feel everything more deeply. Every joy you experience is like heaven on earth. But every low is like your own personal hell.
James runs a hand through his hair, marvelling at the extremes one day can include. The happiness and giddiness from being in her presence. The laughter and smiles they share. The secrets they whisper and the touches they share.
And then there is the other extreme. Coming home to his wife. Feeling guilty and despondent. Knowing that he is on the verge of having an affair. Coming home and realising that this isn’t home, not really, because she isn’t there.
He never thought he would be that person. Someone who has become trapped by their marriage. He could never understand that before. He always thought things were simple. You got married because you were in love. And if you fell out of love or there was a problem in the marriage that couldn’t be fixed, then you left. Simple.
Not so simple.
What do you do when you are torn between two beautiful women? What happens when you fall in love with someone who is not your wife, someone who is one of your best friends? What do you do when your wife touches you, and all you can do is think of someone else?
There is only one thing you can do.
James looks up and meets his wife’s eyes. And it’s over. The words aren’t spoken, but they both know it’s happened.
He gets up from the bed, goes to the wardrobe and packs a bag. He leaves his house. And goes to Georgie.
Rating: PG
For
springfall_kg, my J/G muse. This is probably my favourite out of all the drabbles I did so I hope you enjoy it.To My Knees
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Big blue eyes, curly chocolate hair, pale freckles, a smile that can light up a room. But more than all that, her beauty comes from within; she is fun and smart and generous and strong.
And I am amazed that she loves me.
Would it be weird to say that the first time we kissed I knew she was the one for me? Probably no more weirder than saying that when I first met her and she was a tiny little thing, excited at her first job, I knew she would be an important part of my life. But back then I never could have imagined this.
I hold her hand in mine, hoping she can’t feel my palms sweating. She smiles at me, but there is also concern in her eyes. I haven’t been myself tonight, nerves getting the better of me.
If only she knew. The truth is I wanted to do this the instant we kissed and every moment since. Every morning we wake up together. Every dinner we share. Every goodnight kiss. I wanted to say the words but never have. I will tonight.
Would it be shocking to hear I bought the ring a month after we got together? That I was in New York for a meeting and found myself in Tiffanys buying a diamond ring, grinning like an idiot when the salesman offered me his congratulations.
She brings my hand up to her lips and kisses it, bringing me back from my reverie. I turn to her and she smiles at me.
“Whatever it is, it can’t be all that bad.”
I laugh. I love her so much.
“It’s not.”
I look around. There is no one about so I lead her to a nearby fountain, figuring this is as good a place as any.
“So what’s up?” she asks.
I take a deep breath, taking both her hands in mine. This is it.
“I’ve thought about all the different ways I can say this. All the different ways to tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. But in the end, I decided simplicity is best.”
I get down onto my knees. Her eyes widen and I smile shakily at her.
“I love you. You wouldn’t believe how much. And I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Georgie, will you marry me?”
She says nothing for a moment and my heart stops, automatically imagining the worst. But then she lowers herself, getting down onto her knees so she can look into my eyes as she says, “Yes. Yes, James, I will marry you.”
Title: Trapped
Rating: PG
For
alexi_lupin. Enjoy!Trapped
There are drawbacks to being a good actor. One is that you are very in touch with your emotions. You feel everything more deeply. Every joy you experience is like heaven on earth. But every low is like your own personal hell.
James runs a hand through his hair, marvelling at the extremes one day can include. The happiness and giddiness from being in her presence. The laughter and smiles they share. The secrets they whisper and the touches they share.
And then there is the other extreme. Coming home to his wife. Feeling guilty and despondent. Knowing that he is on the verge of having an affair. Coming home and realising that this isn’t home, not really, because she isn’t there.
He never thought he would be that person. Someone who has become trapped by their marriage. He could never understand that before. He always thought things were simple. You got married because you were in love. And if you fell out of love or there was a problem in the marriage that couldn’t be fixed, then you left. Simple.
Not so simple.
What do you do when you are torn between two beautiful women? What happens when you fall in love with someone who is not your wife, someone who is one of your best friends? What do you do when your wife touches you, and all you can do is think of someone else?
There is only one thing you can do.
James looks up and meets his wife’s eyes. And it’s over. The words aren’t spoken, but they both know it’s happened.
He gets up from the bed, goes to the wardrobe and packs a bag. He leaves his house. And goes to Georgie.
