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pattroseTitle: The Keeper of My Heart
Author: Patt and Ajinitami
Email: PattRose1@aol.com
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Fandom: The Sentinel
Summary: Jim is alone with his thoughts.
Challenge #15: Spirit
For: Slash Me Twice
Rating: FRAO
Warning: m/m
Word Count: 261
Meaningless dinners
I want something permanent
Blair is just perfect!
by Aijinitami
The Keeper of My Heart
By Patt
I was alone as usual at the loft. Blair was out on another date. That makes three times this week and as usual, he doesn’t know I’m alive.
One would think that it might be a good idea to bring the subject up and discuss it with him, but I don’t have the nerve. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man and I’m just not that sure of myself. Not to mention that Blair is a babe magnet. What could he possibly see in a tired, old cop?
Every morning when we leave the loft, I feel like he’s taking my heart and my spirit with him. I love him that much. But I have to learn to live with it.
He’s wondering why I’m not dating anyone, so I guess I’ll have to go on a date for one night. That’s what my life is now, a bunch of one-night-stands. Meaningless dinner, never sex.
Sometimes I wish that Naomi were here to tell me what I should do. She would be wise, I just know it. And she might give me the push I need. Why am I even wondering about it, nothing is going to be said or done? He’s the keeper of my heart, but only I know it.
This love stuff hurts and I’m tired of it. Some day I will talk to him, just not tonight. It’s time for me to sleep and dream of my life with Blair. At least I have him in my dreams.
The end.
Author: Patt and Ajinitami
Email: PattRose1@aol.com
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Fandom: The Sentinel
Summary: Jim is alone with his thoughts.
Challenge #15: Spirit
For: Slash Me Twice
Rating: FRAO
Warning: m/m
Word Count: 261
Meaningless dinners
I want something permanent
Blair is just perfect!
by Aijinitami
The Keeper of My Heart
By Patt
I was alone as usual at the loft. Blair was out on another date. That makes three times this week and as usual, he doesn’t know I’m alive.
One would think that it might be a good idea to bring the subject up and discuss it with him, but I don’t have the nerve. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man and I’m just not that sure of myself. Not to mention that Blair is a babe magnet. What could he possibly see in a tired, old cop?
Every morning when we leave the loft, I feel like he’s taking my heart and my spirit with him. I love him that much. But I have to learn to live with it.
He’s wondering why I’m not dating anyone, so I guess I’ll have to go on a date for one night. That’s what my life is now, a bunch of one-night-stands. Meaningless dinner, never sex.
Sometimes I wish that Naomi were here to tell me what I should do. She would be wise, I just know it. And she might give me the push I need. Why am I even wondering about it, nothing is going to be said or done? He’s the keeper of my heart, but only I know it.
This love stuff hurts and I’m tired of it. Some day I will talk to him, just not tonight. It’s time for me to sleep and dream of my life with Blair. At least I have him in my dreams.
The end.