Champion and Mentor

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Summary: A rainy night at the track leads to moments of quiet reflection by three people who's lives are connected by love.

AUTHOR: MystikHeather
EMAIL: mystikheather@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG-13/R
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Jimmie Johnson, Jeff POV
SERIES: A Night of Reflection Series
CATEGORY: General Romance
WORD COUNT: 1,051
DISCLAIMER: For entertainment purposes only, if you recognize it, I don’t own it. I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a companion piece to Jimmie's fic, Protoge and Lover
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It’s late…so late that not a single soul should be awake…and yet here I sit in complete disregard of that.  Every moment so fleeting that I wouldn’t sleep tonight even if I wanted to.  Glance over at the small clock on the bedside table, green numbers glowing in the blackness, the only light in the small room.  Watch the numbers tick by, unblinking, deep down wishing I could stop them from moving at all.  Wanting this moment to be endless as I run my fingers through almost baby-soft hair.

Drop my eyes down to stare down at him, eyes closed gently, lips parted as he draws in soft but deep breaths.  Let my eyes trace across his splayed limbs, one hand held up close to his eyes.  Can't help but trace my finger down his chest, across his heart, watching him, still amazed that he is mine and mine alone.  Still unsure how...but unwilling to ever give him up.

Distant thunder of another approaching storm and I briefly wonder if maybe tomorrow we won’t race.  And for the barest of instances I pray for it.  Pray for soaking showers falling from a flashing sky.  Pray for it because I want nothing more than to lie in my boy’s arms and him in mine as the day passes unnoticed, as we steal those precious moments, hiding from the world.   

My boy.  My sweet innocent boy.  He’d give his whole world up for me, to protect me.  He’d take it all on his shoulders, try to hide me from their scorn and their questions and their whispering voice in the background if I’d only let him.  But I could never.  Instead I do everything I can to keep him safe from all of it.  Keep myself in front as much as I can so that he can have his freedom from them. 

Reach out and trace my fingers down his cheek, soft smile on my lips as even in his sleep he turns into my touch.  I could run my hands across his skin, through his hair for hours, and have before.  I know every inch of his skin as if it was my own, almost better than my own.  Can close my eyes and see the fine lines around his eyes, the small mole on his lower back, the spattering of marks across his left hip.   

Like always, can’t keep my thoughts from drifting back to where this all started.  Wide eyes, a chocolate so deep you could fall right into them staring up at me in awe…and it was that moment that I fell and am still falling.  That moment when I knew in my very soul that I would have him in my life…that I needed him unlike anything I had ever wanted or needed before.  Knew he would be the air my soul needed to survive.

Drift back to the first night we’d ever spent together…a night filled with such love and passion it was almost overwhelming.  Hours spent exploring each other’s bodies, wrapped in each others arms, unable to tell where I stopped and he began.  Sweat-covered bodies tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, finally passing out as the sun crested the horizon.  Waking up a few hours later and losing ourselves in each other all over again.   

The first few months he was my addiction as much as I was his.  Every possible moment spent together, losing ourselves in each other as the world fell away.  Any insecurity or fear either one of us may have had chased quickly away by nights of passion and love.  Now he is so much more than addiction…now he is the very air that I breathe, the blood that pours through my veins, my reason for living.  He knows every part of me, my darkest secrets, my deepest fears, my burning desires, my hopes and my dreams.  I could no more part from him than I could rip my own heart out and keep breathing. 

Glance down as he shifts restlessly against me, his hands momentarily clenching against my skin.  Some nights he sleeps soundless, peacefully, and some nights he is as restless in sleep as he is during the day, too much energy to stay still for very long.  Keep my gaze locked on him, letting my eyes trace every feature, running fingers through his hair until he settles again, for some reason my touch soothing him like it always has.  Lean down and whisper so softly in his ear “Love you my boy,” before settling back against the headboard again. 

Turn my eyes to the small window, watching as the black sky gradually lightens, again wishing that I could reach out and stop time and have this moment forever.  Brush my lips against his forehead and pull him just a little tighter in my arms as he sighs softly in sleep, my name barely a breath on his lips as I feel his hands clench against me, clinging to me even in his deepest sleep.  I know I am his world, his everything, and I only hope that he knows in his heart that he is the same to me.

Gaze over at the small clock again, soft smile on my lips as I notice that time indeed seems to have slowed for now.  For a few hours yet he’ll remain lost in his sweet dreams as I continue to stroke his skin, running my fingers through his hair.  A few hours to remain lost in my thoughts as the rain begins to fall lightly again. 

When he finally wakes it’ll be slow.  His hands will shift against my skin as he sighs softly, his breathing growing more shallow until finally those gentle eyes will open, a brown so deep that within seconds I will fall into them.  My good morning will be breathed across his lips as I bend down and draw him into a gentle kiss, barely a brushing of our lips against each other.  As his eyes flutter closed again, I’ll deepen the kiss as I push him onto his back, laying my body on top of his.  Run my hands along his smooth skin as I lay myself between his legs and let the world fall away as we lose ourselves in our love for each other.

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