Don't just spout off with the first thing that comes to the top of your head, she told herself. She drank the rest of her coffee while she thought about what to say. When Rodney told her his fantasies it kind of weirded her out and she'd shoo him off with a go check my calculations, McKay, but this was a little different.
Why were they saying the same things over and over every time?
"Jack." She sat down at the table across from him, hands folded in her lap. God, she was not awake enough for this and she was terrified she'd go all mushy-mouthed and say something inane. She thought about spending most of the day with him in bed, the picnicking, the flower-picking, the lazy whiling away the day, and she couldn't find it in herself not to want that on a more regular basis.
She just couldn't let herself have it. Not yet. Not even when he was bringing her coffee and looking all sheepish in her doorway.
"All that stuff I said about loving you, that you were the best thing that ever happened to me... all that was true," she said carefully. "I just wasn't ready to say it yet. It's like..." She struggled for the right metaphor, but she was so tired her brain felt like it was full of fog.
"It's like you're in this brand new X-302," she said, forgetting for the moment he hadn't even heard of that yet, much less seen it, "and you think you know exactly how to land it, because even though you've never actually done it before you've studied it for years, but you realize it's something totally new and way better than what you thought you had, and it's the only one there is and the only one there's ever going to be, so you don't want to wreck it. You don't want to crash it and burn it up, so you pull up... and God, this metaphor sucks," she finished lamely. "I can't think straight. Just... do you have any idea at all what I mean?"
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Why were they saying the same things over and over every time?
"Jack." She sat down at the table across from him, hands folded in her lap. God, she was not awake enough for this and she was terrified she'd go all mushy-mouthed and say something inane. She thought about spending most of the day with him in bed, the picnicking, the flower-picking, the lazy whiling away the day, and she couldn't find it in herself not to want that on a more regular basis.
She just couldn't let herself have it. Not yet. Not even when he was bringing her coffee and looking all sheepish in her doorway.
"All that stuff I said about loving you, that you were the best thing that ever happened to me... all that was true," she said carefully. "I just wasn't ready to say it yet. It's like..." She struggled for the right metaphor, but she was so tired her brain felt like it was full of fog.
"It's like you're in this brand new X-302," she said, forgetting for the moment he hadn't even heard of that yet, much less seen it, "and you think you know exactly how to land it, because even though you've never actually done it before you've studied it for years, but you realize it's something totally new and way better than what you thought you had, and it's the only one there is and the only one there's ever going to be, so you don't want to wreck it. You don't want to crash it and burn it up, so you pull up... and God, this metaphor sucks," she finished lamely. "I can't think straight. Just... do you have any idea at all what I mean?"