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swingandswirlTitle: Beauty in the Breakdown
Rating: R
Words: 8x100
Prompts: #327 Blind, #323 Red, #274 Cheat, #331 Mute, #317 Rough, #229 Break, #218 Husband, #231 Heal
Characters: Ian Edgerton/always-a-girl Colbie Granger
Spoilers: general series
Summary: Right now she's kissing Ian Edgerton up against his motel room door, and she doesn't give a flying fuck about the ring on her finger. Companion piece to Hath No Fury.
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Notes: Many thanks to jestana for looking this over.
She’s not stupid. She’s suspected for a while now. She’s a trained FBI agent, after all, and she notices things. A few too many late nights, a trace of cheap perfume, messages deleted with undue haste.
That doesn’t mean she wants to believe. She tells herself she’s being paranoid, that two years undercover has her seeing things that aren’t there.
And then she goes into some seedy dive to check out a hunch, and she sees Paul up against the billiards table with some silicone Barbie in a too-tight dress.
Somehow, she isn’t as surprised as she should be.
******
Colbie should be... something, she’s not sure what. She doesn’t have any precedent for this. Granger women have always been widows, not divorcees.
Although that’s an appealing thought. Use Paul for target practise. Tim’s been raving about the new heavy-duty weaponry SWAT’s just got all week. Or do things the old-fashioned way. She’s got a pair of sexy red heels that would be just perfect for stomping down on a particular part of Paul’s anatomy.
After all, like her mama always used to say. Don’t get mad, get even. Or better yet, get him where it hurts instead.
*******
If someone had told Colbie six months ago that she would have betrayed her own wedding vows, she would have laughed right in their faces. And maybe punched them.
Except right now she’s kissing Ian Edgerton against his motel room door, and she doesn’t give a flying fuck about the ring on her finger.
She should stop this madness, go home, take a shower, call her attorney, draw up papers. Do the right thing, the honourable thing. Do what a good Granger girl would do.
Instead she tangles her hands in Ian’s hair, pulls him close and kisses him harder.
********
The clatter of her wedding ring against the dresser is loud in the stillness of Ian’s motel room.
He’s still looking at her like he wants to say something, so Colbie lifts her chin and looks at him, defiant, challenging. She needs this, she wants this, but dear God she hopes Ian won’t make her beg for it.
He must see something in her eyes because he crosses the room in three quick strides and pulls her into a savage kiss.
As Ian lowers her onto the mattress Colbie knows she’s crossed the point of no return.
She’s not sorry.
******
This isn’t making love. It isn’t even having sex. It’s fucking, plain and simple.
Ian isn’t gentle and Colbie’s grateful. She doesn’t want gentle, doesn’t want to be treated like a goddamn china doll. She’s a soldier and an agent and a woman scorned, and right now she wants a good, hard, brutal fuck.
And Ian gives it to her, plundering her mouth, twisting his hands in her hair, hips snapping against hers as he fucks her hard into the mattress.
It’s nothing like the vanilla missionary sex she had with Paul. But it’s just what she needs right now.
*******
If Colbie regrets anything, it’s that she’s dragged Ian into this mess. She knows he’d do anything for her. Including breaking one of his very few rules just to give her a little comfort.
Except that it’s gone from comfort to an all-out affair and yet he’s still here, still giving her what she needs even though it’s tearing him apart.
Colbie should stop this, stop using one of her best friends. But right now she’s still too broken to fix anyone else. So she rakes her nails down his back and screams into his neck as she comes.
******
She couldn’t have planned it better if she tried. She’s riding Ian when Paul comes home unexpectedly from work.
The look on his face is one Colbie is going to treasure for a long time. She gets to her feet, not bothering with clothes or even a sheet. She’s sick of apologizing to him for her scars. This is who she is, scars and ghosts and all, and she’s damn proud of it.
The look of first surprise then shock on his face at her taunts is sweet, but the crack of her fist against his jaw is even sweeter.
*******
She’s had this conversation over and over in her head, but in the end she decides to keep it short and simple. The truth is, this marriage was over a long time ago.
Good riddance, she thinks as the door shuts on her soon-to-be-ex-husband, before turning back to Ian, at this good man who got her through the worst time of her life. He’s sitting up in bed, affection and warmth mixed in his eyes.
They’re both broken, she knows that. But maybe together they have a chance of fixing each other, at least a little.
Rating: R
Words: 8x100
Prompts: #327 Blind, #323 Red, #274 Cheat, #331 Mute, #317 Rough, #229 Break, #218 Husband, #231 Heal
Characters: Ian Edgerton/always-a-girl Colbie Granger
Spoilers: general series
Summary: Right now she's kissing Ian Edgerton up against his motel room door, and she doesn't give a flying fuck about the ring on her finger. Companion piece to Hath No Fury.
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Notes: Many thanks to jestana for looking this over.
Beauty in the Breakdown
She’s not stupid. She’s suspected for a while now. She’s a trained FBI agent, after all, and she notices things. A few too many late nights, a trace of cheap perfume, messages deleted with undue haste.
That doesn’t mean she wants to believe. She tells herself she’s being paranoid, that two years undercover has her seeing things that aren’t there.
And then she goes into some seedy dive to check out a hunch, and she sees Paul up against the billiards table with some silicone Barbie in a too-tight dress.
Somehow, she isn’t as surprised as she should be.
******
Colbie should be... something, she’s not sure what. She doesn’t have any precedent for this. Granger women have always been widows, not divorcees.
Although that’s an appealing thought. Use Paul for target practise. Tim’s been raving about the new heavy-duty weaponry SWAT’s just got all week. Or do things the old-fashioned way. She’s got a pair of sexy red heels that would be just perfect for stomping down on a particular part of Paul’s anatomy.
After all, like her mama always used to say. Don’t get mad, get even. Or better yet, get him where it hurts instead.
*******
If someone had told Colbie six months ago that she would have betrayed her own wedding vows, she would have laughed right in their faces. And maybe punched them.
Except right now she’s kissing Ian Edgerton against his motel room door, and she doesn’t give a flying fuck about the ring on her finger.
She should stop this madness, go home, take a shower, call her attorney, draw up papers. Do the right thing, the honourable thing. Do what a good Granger girl would do.
Instead she tangles her hands in Ian’s hair, pulls him close and kisses him harder.
********
The clatter of her wedding ring against the dresser is loud in the stillness of Ian’s motel room.
He’s still looking at her like he wants to say something, so Colbie lifts her chin and looks at him, defiant, challenging. She needs this, she wants this, but dear God she hopes Ian won’t make her beg for it.
He must see something in her eyes because he crosses the room in three quick strides and pulls her into a savage kiss.
As Ian lowers her onto the mattress Colbie knows she’s crossed the point of no return.
She’s not sorry.
******
This isn’t making love. It isn’t even having sex. It’s fucking, plain and simple.
Ian isn’t gentle and Colbie’s grateful. She doesn’t want gentle, doesn’t want to be treated like a goddamn china doll. She’s a soldier and an agent and a woman scorned, and right now she wants a good, hard, brutal fuck.
And Ian gives it to her, plundering her mouth, twisting his hands in her hair, hips snapping against hers as he fucks her hard into the mattress.
It’s nothing like the vanilla missionary sex she had with Paul. But it’s just what she needs right now.
*******
If Colbie regrets anything, it’s that she’s dragged Ian into this mess. She knows he’d do anything for her. Including breaking one of his very few rules just to give her a little comfort.
Except that it’s gone from comfort to an all-out affair and yet he’s still here, still giving her what she needs even though it’s tearing him apart.
Colbie should stop this, stop using one of her best friends. But right now she’s still too broken to fix anyone else. So she rakes her nails down his back and screams into his neck as she comes.
******
She couldn’t have planned it better if she tried. She’s riding Ian when Paul comes home unexpectedly from work.
The look on his face is one Colbie is going to treasure for a long time. She gets to her feet, not bothering with clothes or even a sheet. She’s sick of apologizing to him for her scars. This is who she is, scars and ghosts and all, and she’s damn proud of it.
The look of first surprise then shock on his face at her taunts is sweet, but the crack of her fist against his jaw is even sweeter.
*******
She’s had this conversation over and over in her head, but in the end she decides to keep it short and simple. The truth is, this marriage was over a long time ago.
Good riddance, she thinks as the door shuts on her soon-to-be-ex-husband, before turning back to Ian, at this good man who got her through the worst time of her life. He’s sitting up in bed, affection and warmth mixed in his eyes.
They’re both broken, she knows that. But maybe together they have a chance of fixing each other, at least a little.
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Date: 2012-02-19 10:00 pm (UTC)It's a companion piece to Hath No Fury, from Colbie's POV. It was interesting to write the fic, in a way, see first-hand how hurt and broken and trying desperately to keep it together Colbie is.
Normally, adultery in fic is one of my biggest squicks. And yet... I don't know that I would count this as adultery, technically. Colbie would never in a million years have broken her vows if she hadn't been broken first, and Ian would never have crossed the line for anyone but his soldier girl. They're two honourable people caught in a bad situation, and I wanted to explore that.
The title is from the song Let Go by Frou Frou. I had the line 'there's beauty in the breakdown' running through my head all through the writing of this, and once I looked up the lyrics it felt like a perfect fit.
Once again, thanks to jestana for looking this through! You rock, hon.
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Date: 2012-02-20 12:01 am (UTC)