Title: Because
Author: Luna "Tic" Vee
Rating: PG-13 (fo' cussin')
Fandom: Askewniverse
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Archive: J&SB Archive. Otherwise, drop me a line, eh?
Spoilers: Don't think so.
Series/Sequels: God no! >.< I'm up to my armpits in those!
Warnings: Angst. Mush. Would this qualify as a first-time fic?
Summary: After his first time (!) with Bob, Jay has to think...
Notes: Holy rusted grandma did I pull this outta my ass! And it's
spell-checked! WOO!

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Shit.

Fuck.

Fuckin' shit.

What the hell had just happened?

What the fuck had he just done?

Where did he go from here?

And how did he get there in the first place?

Words and thoughts and images swirled through the blond's head in
a dizzying array of colour, light, sound, taste, and what can only be
described as pure sensation tinged with ass-clenching fear as his
brain churned. It felt like somebody had tossed his thought meats
into a Spin Art.

He hunched over, breathing heavily, body heaving up and down as
he slouched his neck, catching his head in his hands as he pressed
his face into them.

Moonbeams and starlight danced teasingly through the slits of the
mini-blinds, painting parallel stripes across the pale expanse of his
bare back, and illuminating his wavy tresses, making the golden
strands glow an angelic silver.

Small, tight muscles rippled under his flesh with each heave of
breath, with each fidget, with each clenched fist, clenched jaw,
clenched eyelid.

Long yet feminine feet barely touching the floor, the ball of the foot
supporting his weight as he leaned forward and hugged his legs,
laying his head down on his knees.

What had he done?

This wasn't him. This wasn't what he was. Was it?

Sure, this is what he'd wanted for a long time. Such a long time that
he'd discounted it ever occurring. Just a fantasy never to come 
true. 
Just like all of his other dreams.

No. No. Not like this. This wasn't happening. This didn't 
happen. It
doesn't happen like this. Not to him.

He sat back up and lay a palm upon the soft bed. He turned halfway
around to gaze at the large body laying beside him, sleeping
peacefully.

In the gentle moonlight he could easily make out the smiling face of
the man laying there. Long, dark brown hair, round, friendly face,
dark beard... Full, pink lips... Big, childlike eyes, hidden by 
sleep...

He was beautiful. More beautiful than anybody he had ever seen. 
More beautiful than any human he'd ever seen. An angel...

He wouldn't have been surprised to one day see the large man
uncase a pair of beautiful, snowy wings. It would've made all the
sense in the world to him.

The blond smiled softly.

Oh yeah... This is why... This is how he could've done that.

Because he's beautiful.

Because he's perfect.

"Because I love you..."

***

Angel kink becoming aparent. ^^;

Who killed the old dude? Was it you guys?
~Luna