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They barely spoke at all when they went to bed. The nerve-wracking reality of sharing space, just inches apart, overpowered any instinct to chat. So they said nothing, falling asleep to the sound of the other’s breathing until it was time for one or both of them to be woken by a nightmare.
The first night, it was Martin. He tossed and turned in his sleep, badly enough to shake Jon from his own bad dreams, so Jon could hear the second he woke with a hitched, choked breath.
“It’s alright,” he whispered. “You’re alright, it was just a dream.”
“Jon?”
“I’m here.”
Jon reached across and slipped his hand into Martin’s, and Martin squeezed it like a lifeline. They didn’t say anything else, after that, but when they finally fell asleep nearly an hour later, their hands were still clasped together.
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The first time that you kissed me, I drank dry the river Lethe by iamcringebutiamfree
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27 Aug 2024
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“I love you.”
It was a rainy Sunday morning, threatening to turn into a rainy Sunday afternoon as they lazed in bed in a cottage very much, though not exactly, like Daisy’s, in a Scotland very much, though not exactly, like their own. Jon lay with his head on Martin’s chest while Martin played absentmindedly with the long, sleep-tangled curls of Jon’s hair. In response to Jon’s admission, he gave a warm, contented hum.
“I know it’s bad form to say that before we’ve had our first date, but–” Jon said with a soft chuckle. The absurdity of their situation always struck him at odd times.
“Jon, we live together,” Martin laughed, before Jon’s words fully hit him. “Wait, what do you mean? Yes, we did. Remember? At– Oh, right.”
“Hmm?” Jon rolled over so that he could see Martin, and so that Martin could see his puzzled frown.
“At Upton House,” he explained in a quiet murmur, voice suddenly soft and mournful. “I always forget you don’t remember.”
“Can you tell me about it?”
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There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss."
A look at some moments that might, depending on your perspective, count as Jon and Martin's first kiss. For the Jonmartin week day 1 prompt "First Kiss" - Updates one chapter a day, every day of Jonmartin Week.
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I will see your body bare, and still I will live here by iamcringebutiamfree
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07 Apr 2024
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“I think the bath is probably ready."
Martin nodded and stood up from the table. Jon watched him walk to the bathroom. When he opened the door, he was hit with a wall of steam so thick it looked almost solid. It curled around his limbs and fogged over his glasses until the lenses were white and opaque as they had been in the Lonely.
He took an unsteady step back. “I– I don’t think I can–”
Jon rushed to his side, cursing himself for not seeing this coming. He set a hand on Martin’s shoulder, and Martin seemed to grow more solid beneath his touch.
“Alright, you’re alright,” he murmured hastily. “Just let me–” He stepped into the bathroom and hastily shut off the taps before the bathtub could overflow, and then he sprinted back out and shut the door behind him.
One of his hands flew to Martin’s cheek, and the other grabbed his hand. Martin’s skin was still so very cold. “I’m sorry, I should have thought–”
“No, it’s fine, you’re fine,” Martin whispered. He leaned into Jon’s touch, pressing his face into Jon’s scarred palm. “I’m fine.”
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just give us a touch and let me down slow (just let me know if this is some kind of life, or something else) by iamcringebutiamfree
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18 Mar 2024
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Jon’s skin did not feel like his skin.
It hadn’t for some time. A month or more (he couldn’t tell; the storeroom had had no windows, and without a day/night cycle he’d lost track of things quickly) in a refrigerated warehouse with only the thin tee shirt he’d been wearing when they took him had left him feeling cold and numb, as inert as all the silent waxworks that had watched him for the length of his captivity.
He’d grown so used to the cold he hardly felt it until it was gone. It was only when Helen Richardson (if it was still Helen Richardson – her predecessor certainly hadn’t been Michael Shelley, anymore) had deposited him on the floor of his office that he realized how desperately cold he’d been for weeks.
He went to hug himself – from cold, from fear, from a general and overwhelming unhappiness – but found that he recoiled at his own touch. He couldn’t recognize himself in any part of the interaction. His fingers brushed the skin of his arm and felt only the inhuman chill of wax, and his arm received the touch of his hand and felt only the dead press of plastic.
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Never-Ending Scottish Honeymoon by iamcringebutiamfree
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I will take good care of you by iamcringebutiamfree
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Jon opens the box and sees what’s inside, beating a faltering rhythm. He Knows what it is, whose it is, and what it means. He takes in a sharp breath that hurts his chest. His hands are suddenly shaking, and he nearly drops the box.
“Oh,” he says, his throat tight. “God, Martin.”
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Martin leaves a piece of himself behind. Jon isn't good at letting go.
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28 Oct 2024
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“Oh,” says Jon, numbly. “You don’t. Remember? Um. It’s complicated. What… what do you remember?”
Martin seems to shrink in on himself a little. It hurts to watch, especially after how Jon’s seen him so painstakingly grow back into his openness over the past few weeks.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t – I don’t.”
“But you remember me?” says Jon, and he tries to keep as much feeling out of that question as he can.
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For no reason that Jon can tell, Martin forgets.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (positive)
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A stomach bug makes its way round the archives.
Martin reacts in typical Martin fashion - with tea, worry, and absolutely nothing else, thank you very much.
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“What was it about?” Martin says, half because he wants to know and half because he wants to hear Jon’s voice a little longer before one of them falls asleep again.
“You,” Jon replies, the edge of his voice wavering with upset. “Again."
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13 May 2024
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soft and sweet, perfect Scottish safehouse fic
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Understanding slices through his drunken haze, and Martin nods, eyes wide. “You want to…?”
“Yes,” Jon says, hoarsely.
Martin’s voice is quiet. “Then yes.”
And Jon kisses him.Whiskey and an impromptu game of truth or dare with an employee at 2 am? Certain to be a good idea.
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