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Title: What love is
Author: elly427
Classifications: Sam/Jack. G.
Spoilers: None, really. Post S8. Pete's out of the picture.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Thanks for bring it up.
Author's notes: Pure and total schmoop. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mylittleredgirl, who's sending me SGA. Could take place post pants!verse if you wanted it to.
What love is
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She's always had this idea in her head of what love is.
She thinks love - mature, adult, responsible, real love - should be about finding someone you’re compatible with, someone who you can sit with in silence and read the paper and not feel like you have to keep up a conversation. Someone you can sleep with and not expect anything else, someone to fall asleep with.
Love, she thinks, should be comfortable.
At her age, she thinks love is about looking for someone to settle down with, about finding someone who agrees you need a house with at least two bathrooms and a big window over the kitchen sink. Someone who also believes fences sometimes make the best neighbours and more importantly work to keep dogs in and the rest of the world out.
She thinks about the fact that she should be looking for someone she can imagine as the father of her children. She thinks she needs someone who agrees on early bedtimes and gender-neutral toys and a bath every night. She thinks love is finding someone who will understand that's she's more than a mom, who will dress her up and take her out and remember she's a woman.
And deep down she thinks love is practical and should be slightly logical and just another part of her life.
She’ll learn, will come to understand that love is never what you expect it to be.
The man, this man she’ll fall in love with won’t be easy to get along with and she’ll struggle against him every day and will love it, will love the challenge, will love him. Will love that she can be silent with him but that more often than not they’ll fill the silence with something, something meaningless and silly but just so them it hurts to breath, just a little. She’ll think back to the days and nights before him and remember the silence in her house and how she thought she liked it, the peace and the calm and how easy it was.
And she’ll fall asleep next to him every night, and sometimes they’ll make love, and sometimes they won’t, but every night he’ll pull her into his arms and put his face in her hair and take a deep breath, and whether she's flushed and sweaty from a good fuck or just so drained from working and their life that she can barely keep herself awake long enough to feel it, she'll never be happier, never.
She’ll find she's right, love is about finding someone you can settle down with, but she'll find that it's got a lot less to do with the actual place than she expected. Home will be a lab twenty stories under the earth because she forgot to get lunch and he knew she would and sends Daniel to bring her a sandwich. Home will become a cabin that's a sixteen-hour drive each way, a cabin that's small and has tiny windows and has a dock that isn't the first place he’ll tell her he loves her but will be the first place she’ll let herself believe him. Home will be anywhere he is and it’ll be cliché and silly and romantic and true for them.
And home will become embodied in a house that is theirs, a house they’ll stumbled on one Sunday afternoon, a house they’ll both look at and think, with you, yes. A house that will be a money pit and will dig into her savings and her free time but she won’t really care because she can spend that time with him and they'll be building something that is theirs, even though five years later the fireplace will still need work and the basement floor will always need a coat of paint.
And they won't have a fence because there won’t be much point. The dogs will have their run of the woods out back and he will train them to come at a whistle.
And she’ll never admit it but she’ll like that he’ll fight her about baths every night and bed before seven and will want to buy Barbies because it’ll make her feel like when they do make a mistake with the baby, and it’s inevitable, she’ll have someone there to help handle it, to help fix it, to love the kid as much as she does.
And she won’t need to be taken out, won't need to be reminded that she's more than a baby pod because of the way he’ll look at her every single time he sees her. And part of it will be is pride and part of it will be worry and part of it will be sheer panic about becoming a parent again. But the largest part, and she’ll feel silly thinking it but will have no doubt it’s true, the largest part is just love, and it’ll make her feel like he's lying next to her, arm across her waist and nose in her hair, lulling himself and her to sleep every time he looks at her.
And yes, love will be comfortable and about compatability and something that's not hard to live with, but it will be more than that for her. And it will occur to her at some point during their life together that love is like this because of him, and she’ll remember what she thought love was supposed to be like and be so glad to be wrong.
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Link to formatted verison is here.
Left behind has also been posted to my website.
Title: What love is
Author: elly427
Classifications: Sam/Jack. G.
Spoilers: None, really. Post S8. Pete's out of the picture.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Thanks for bring it up.
Author's notes: Pure and total schmoop. For
mylittleredgirl, who's sending me SGA. Could take place post pants!verse if you wanted it to.What love is
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She's always had this idea in her head of what love is.
She thinks love - mature, adult, responsible, real love - should be about finding someone you’re compatible with, someone who you can sit with in silence and read the paper and not feel like you have to keep up a conversation. Someone you can sleep with and not expect anything else, someone to fall asleep with.
Love, she thinks, should be comfortable.
At her age, she thinks love is about looking for someone to settle down with, about finding someone who agrees you need a house with at least two bathrooms and a big window over the kitchen sink. Someone who also believes fences sometimes make the best neighbours and more importantly work to keep dogs in and the rest of the world out.
She thinks about the fact that she should be looking for someone she can imagine as the father of her children. She thinks she needs someone who agrees on early bedtimes and gender-neutral toys and a bath every night. She thinks love is finding someone who will understand that's she's more than a mom, who will dress her up and take her out and remember she's a woman.
And deep down she thinks love is practical and should be slightly logical and just another part of her life.
She’ll learn, will come to understand that love is never what you expect it to be.
The man, this man she’ll fall in love with won’t be easy to get along with and she’ll struggle against him every day and will love it, will love the challenge, will love him. Will love that she can be silent with him but that more often than not they’ll fill the silence with something, something meaningless and silly but just so them it hurts to breath, just a little. She’ll think back to the days and nights before him and remember the silence in her house and how she thought she liked it, the peace and the calm and how easy it was.
And she’ll fall asleep next to him every night, and sometimes they’ll make love, and sometimes they won’t, but every night he’ll pull her into his arms and put his face in her hair and take a deep breath, and whether she's flushed and sweaty from a good fuck or just so drained from working and their life that she can barely keep herself awake long enough to feel it, she'll never be happier, never.
She’ll find she's right, love is about finding someone you can settle down with, but she'll find that it's got a lot less to do with the actual place than she expected. Home will be a lab twenty stories under the earth because she forgot to get lunch and he knew she would and sends Daniel to bring her a sandwich. Home will become a cabin that's a sixteen-hour drive each way, a cabin that's small and has tiny windows and has a dock that isn't the first place he’ll tell her he loves her but will be the first place she’ll let herself believe him. Home will be anywhere he is and it’ll be cliché and silly and romantic and true for them.
And home will become embodied in a house that is theirs, a house they’ll stumbled on one Sunday afternoon, a house they’ll both look at and think, with you, yes. A house that will be a money pit and will dig into her savings and her free time but she won’t really care because she can spend that time with him and they'll be building something that is theirs, even though five years later the fireplace will still need work and the basement floor will always need a coat of paint.
And they won't have a fence because there won’t be much point. The dogs will have their run of the woods out back and he will train them to come at a whistle.
And she’ll never admit it but she’ll like that he’ll fight her about baths every night and bed before seven and will want to buy Barbies because it’ll make her feel like when they do make a mistake with the baby, and it’s inevitable, she’ll have someone there to help handle it, to help fix it, to love the kid as much as she does.
And she won’t need to be taken out, won't need to be reminded that she's more than a baby pod because of the way he’ll look at her every single time he sees her. And part of it will be is pride and part of it will be worry and part of it will be sheer panic about becoming a parent again. But the largest part, and she’ll feel silly thinking it but will have no doubt it’s true, the largest part is just love, and it’ll make her feel like he's lying next to her, arm across her waist and nose in her hair, lulling himself and her to sleep every time he looks at her.
And yes, love will be comfortable and about compatability and something that's not hard to live with, but it will be more than that for her. And it will occur to her at some point during their life together that love is like this because of him, and she’ll remember what she thought love was supposed to be like and be so glad to be wrong.
[][][]
Link to formatted verison is here.
Left behind has also been posted to my website.
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