Season Finale. So much good stuffs. It really should have been two hours.

That hug. Sigh. Loved it. At 6:30am after I dropped my son at his summer job, a bunny hopped into the vacated seat in my mini-van and DEMANDED this be written!

I live to obey the bunnies. I just wish someone would yell at the ones fighting with each other for the next chapter of Photographs.

DISCLAIMER: battling and demanding bunnies, all mine. I own nothing more!

KITCHEN DRAWER – 6 SMALLER

They had embraced before. Due to his blindness, theirs had always tended to be a tactile relationship. But this time, it wasn't just a non-verbal clue delivered via a pat on the arm or nudge of a hip. This time, it was a full out hug. She wrapped herself around the comfort of his hug. He could do no less than tuck her in close. If it was the solace of his arms she needed, he would comply. She would have done no less for him.

They were friends. It was the simplest of ways to explain a relationship that was infinitely more complex. He was by turns her big brother, drinking buddy, confidant, mentor and conscience. He was used as a representative of his gender and guide dog for their job. She was a sister, arm candy, driver, guide, sounding board and cheerleader. She was also the ears he finally poured his full story into without fear. She was trusted. That said it all for him, really.

So, if she gets potentially poisoned by radiation, he will be keeping vigil at the hospital. It was his experience to know that having someone sit in those God-awful chairs waiting was important. As much as the smell and sounds of a big hospital grated on his nerves and memories, he would wait for her. He had wondered why chairs designed for long hospital waits were so uncomfortable for sitting. They were even worse when you tried to stretch your too long body onto three of them.

The sound of her voice told him so much. She was exhausted and shaken. But it was the combined wonder and relief in her voice when she realized he had been there for her that made it worth the sore muscles.

He hadn't heard her coming. She had to leave her clothing in the special room to be monitored and decontaminated. So there were no telling sounds of her heels warning of her presence.

She was smaller. Maybe it was the lack of heels. She always wore them to his amusement. He often wondered how she managed all she did in them. When she was snuggled against him for comfort, she was shorter than he expected. Of course, she had a big personality. But right now, her frame seemed tiny against his. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his larger torso around hers and shield her from it all. It was a strange notion for a man who had lived on the edge as he had. It was even stranger about a woman who lived on that edge as well. He briefly wondered if this protective surge had another layer worth exploring. But then he felt that faint shudder run through her. She then took a deep breath, her body so close he could feel the air rushing in to her lungs he thought.

She was gathering herself back together. She had taken the comfort and was taking the strength he offered as well. They separated. It was time to move on and get back to work. He was back to business. That memory of how small she really was against him and the way they fit together and the memory of her curves against him would be filed away for now. Somehow, he knew though, it would come back again. When they were both ready, he promised himself. He hoped that day would actually come.

I think more bunnies will arrive to fortify the battling ones and hopfully get a new chapter out soon. MEANWHILE…..I don't normally pimp out my own work, but the last chapter of SOUNDTRACKS is kind of a personal fave of mine. It's in the M section, so you might not have seen it. Self promoting done now.