by Jill Watson [Reviews - 2]

  • Teen
  • None
  • Het, Introspection, Romance, Standalone, Vignette

Author's Notes:
A bedtime story for Ten/River shippers. :)
(Not that kind. Get your mind out of the gutter, lol.)

He sleeps.

He's never needed sleep, well, not much sleep. But when he's with her he sleeps. More than simply sleeps; he craves sleep, luxuriates in sleep, drowns in it. He's a drunkard for sleep, an addict for sleep. And so, he sleeps.

He trusts her completely, as she trusts him. He has told her his name, and given her the one she wears proudly like an anthem.

He can't stay, and she won't leave, and this is one reason why. He could sleep beside her for a hundred thousand years and let the universe look after itself. The temptation is almost unbearably strong. For when he sleeps next to her, he has no nightmares.

He looks at this woman, the only person he trusts this completely, possibly the last person he ever will, his love, his life, his wife. He watches her as she sleeps next to him, moonbeams caressing her hair, her eyelashes. He pushes away, far away, the knowledge of how long they have and how it ends.

And he sleeps.