A Natural Progression
by Clonesgirl
Sam Tyler contemplates a change of circumstances.
The technical stuff:
RATING: PG-13 or a little more
PAIRING: Sam/Maya - Gene/Sam
WORD COUNT: Just over 2,680
WARNINGS: Strictly a PWP. Oh, and it's rather slashy. And a bit on the fluffy side.
SPOILERS: None
ARCHIVE: The Motley Collection
DISCLAIMER: Characters borrowed strictly for fun, not profit. No offence intended.
BETAING: Not betaed. Apologies. If you spot any goofs please let me know.
FEEDBACK: Would be lovely, not to mention encourage me to scribble some more fic.
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Sam Tyler was used to waking up with his head on his partner's shoulder and never really thought about it. Never used to sleep that way when he was with Maya. She would be the one sleeping with her head on his shoulder and an arm around him, their limbs tangled and her black mane of hair spread out like a fan on his chest. But that was like a lifetime ago. Indeed for him that was six months in the past and thirty-three years in the future. It was another existence, another lifetime. At least he'd had the chance to say goodbye to her, he reflected as he lay there contemplating another wet morning - and it was Saturday morning, he realized, brightening up. Saturday morning meant he could sleep in and have a morning shag.
Even as he lay there he could hear the steady patter of rain outside, a small gust causing it to hit the bedroom windows now, no doubt foreshadowing the stronger winds forecast for later. He opened his eyes but the room was only dimly lit, the outline of furniture only just visible in the grey light.
Another wet weekend, he thought, not particularly caring. Carefully disentangling his limbs from Gene's, he sat up, reaching up to lift the curtain a little, watching the water run in rivulets down the panes. The room's air was cold though so he shortly snuggled back down under the bed covers next to the warm body still sleeping soundly beside him.
These days he was the one who slept like Maya, he reflected. He was the one physically smaller than his lover and when they fell asleep he often fell asleep with his head on Gene's shoulder and an arm thrown over him. Sort of half on top of him. Gene never seemed to mind. Probably his wife - she who had departed, as Sam was inclined to think of her - had slept with him like that. Nonetheless, he'd never expected to find himself always in the girl's position. For that matter was it really 'the girl's position'? Well it seemed so to him. But why did it have to be? he wondered now. Yes, he was lighter and smaller than Gene but he wouldn't mind having Gene's head on his shoulder. Gene had sometimes rested his head on his chest, usually after sex, but never for very long. Why was that? Was Gene simply being considerate? Or was it the memory of his wife complaining that he was too heavy? That must be it, Sam concluded. Well he was neither girlfriend nor wife - and he was strong. Time to remedy the situation.
Quietly, he slid away from Gene a little leaving a small gap between them and watched to see what would happen. After a couple of minutes Gene made a small noise of discontent and rolled over towards him. Sam was ready and slid an arm around his neck as Gene moved closer still, his head automatically coming to rest on Sam's shoulder, an arm around his middle, a leg over Sam's and his groin resting comfortably against Sam's hip. There followed a contented sigh against Sam's neck as Gene drifted off again.
Sam lay there smiling to himself as he contemplated the fair head on his shoulder and the length and thickness of long eyelashes which he could just see. "Bloody great fringes," he whispered, admiring them.
If only all problems were that easy to solve, Sam Tyler thought, as he dozed off again while the grey morning grew gradually lighter and rain continued to patter the windows.
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