TITLE: Delicate Proximity
AUTHOR: Anansay
SUMMARY: A G/S scene broken down in my perspective. And they just won't go away... J
RATING: PG
SPOILER: "Pin me down" scene in Invisible Evidence, Season 4.
DISCLAIMER: Not my characters. Just borrowed them.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I've tried my best to eliminate any grammatical errors. FYI, the word "started" is supposed to be there, and not 'startled'.

Delicate Proximity

By Anansay
November 10, 2003

As his hands touched my wrists and pushed them up by my head, I was instantly aware of just how dangerous my request had been.

Ever since that fateful shift of myriad explosions of sundry types, I'd fought long and hard to maintain some form of professional distance from him. But now I found myself slipping with virulent swiftness into old patterns with him.

Come tape me up.

Pin me down.

It's amazing how much things can change in three years. That first time, he'd smiled down at me with that glint in his eye and his lip twisted as he fought the urges swirling between us.

This time, his face was grave and serious as he moved my hands by my head in example of how it must have happened for her, the dead woman. And that's when I realized my mistake.

It was one thing to tie up another in a car where movement was stifled by the postures and setting. This, him standing before me, so close, hands holding mine prisoner... This was much different, and infinitely more dangerous. No coy smiles were exchanged. Instead, hearts beat out a warning rhythm of perilous proximity in a dangerous scenario.

I swallowed around the lump in my suddenly dry throat and fought to stay on target with my original reason for putting myself in this circumstance. We needed to know. We needed exact information to work out theories. It was for the case. Right?

But suddenly the case seemed like the farthest thing from our minds as I glanced at his face. His eyes were boring into mine with an intensity that both scared and aroused me.

Maybe it was the darkness of the room, or maybe it was just that his head was blocking the light, but the dark swirling blue-grey of his eyes had taken on undertones such as I'd never seen before. I was caught in them. But only for a moment, and then I blinked and swallowed again and vowed to remain professional.

My voice was strong, maybe too strong and maybe a bit too loud for such close quarters. But that was better than too soft and wavering, right? It had to be.

And then his hands moved. My wrists suddenly felt cold where his hands had been. He lowered them to my waist and made as though to press against the sheet, like it were still on the bed.

And when he was done... he braced himself on the bed for leverage. I pushed the image from my mind. I couldn't let myself go there. It was too dangerous. Damn him for bringing these sensual images to my mind!

I'd never been this close to him before. I'd never felt his warm, jittery breath on my face before. Never felt the heat from his body before. Never felt so drawn to him before this. His nearness overwhelmed my previous strongly held resolve to distance myself from him. It was a magnetism that I couldn't fight. Leaving behind mind and thought, I would drift to him, unaware of the subtlety of it. And this time he had come as well.

Like two cosmic bodies drifting around each other, both attracted and repelled by the forces surrounding them. Coming together swiftly only to be flung away with the force of the attraction.

He spoke not a word, but just stood there, waiting. For something. From me? I couldn't go there.

I pushed him. I took myself away from him.

It was a big room. It just seemed small and tight.

Now I could look at him. Sort of.

It was easier, but still hard.

It would always be hard.

...the end...

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Copyright Ó 2003 Anansay