Ripley Vance Willems (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
anachronos) wrote2012-12-01 07:52 pm
anachronos) wrote2012-12-01 07:52 pm
Baby, it's cold outside
Ripley hadn't meant to fall asleep. He never seemed to mean to fall asleep, really. It just happened. When and where were rarely up to his discretion. He had been sitting on a bench just down the road a ways from the station, watching the snow fall from the dark night sky. Drinking a cup of hot coffee, the Sheriff's set a little off to the side while Ripley waited for him to get off of his shift. He had been so distracted, watching the soft white flakes floating down from the sky, that he had not noticed at all, the sudden wave of exhaustion. Lulled into it more than usual by the cold and the quiet.
No, Ripley had not meant to fall asleep waiting for the Sheriff. But he had. He had fallen right over on that cold metal bench, coffee spilling across the ground and slowly freezing into a discolored spot among the snow. To any passing person unaware of his condition, it would have just looked as if some homeless man had not had the frame of mind to get under somewhere covered. But Ripley remained unaware of the snow as it fell from the sky in fine white sheets. Covering him, the bench and the streets in a layered dusting of white.
No, Ripley had not meant to fall asleep waiting for the Sheriff. But he had. He had fallen right over on that cold metal bench, coffee spilling across the ground and slowly freezing into a discolored spot among the snow. To any passing person unaware of his condition, it would have just looked as if some homeless man had not had the frame of mind to get under somewhere covered. But Ripley remained unaware of the snow as it fell from the sky in fine white sheets. Covering him, the bench and the streets in a layered dusting of white.
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He was very glad this wasn't one of those nights when he was supposed to be in his appartment waiting for Regina to come over. He would've cancelled, taking care of Rip was a valid excuse even from just a "fellow human being" standpoint but he was glad he didn't have to deal with it. The longer Rip could stay mostly under the mayor's radar the better.
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"Could wrm you back up 's well." He knew it was a terrible thing to suggest, considering everything, but having Graham naked in his bed was not helping him think clearly.
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"That's very nice of you."
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God, Graham was warm. And unfairly attractive. How had Ripley ever been meant to stand a chance with the Sheriff around? How was everyone in this town not after him?
"Just returning the favor." A low murmur against the side of his neck. His hands were moving up and down along Graham's sides, half to warm both them and the sheriff, and half to just enjoy the feel of him.