I’m so glad you’re posting your RPF again!

bird3000:

Bringing back one of my favorite Gillovny RPFs I wrote last year that I deleted from everything. I’m also adding it back to AO3. You can hate me for it, but shit, I think we all need it back in our lives. Please, put on some sappy music and enjoy!

Crashing Into Me
Gillovny RPF
Rated: R
Word count: ~10k

Chapter One

A violent wind ripped through the window screen of his trailer causing the cheap, nylon curtains to fly into his face. He swatted them away and considered tying them back. He needed the air, but right now he needed the cover more. He stood to the side of the window where he knew his shadow would be unseen if she were to look.

Drops of sweat picked up pace as they lined his temples and fell to his jawline. The humidity in the Vancouver summer made the heat feel so much more intense than it was. In the dry desert it would’ve been a cooler day, but the water in the air made his clothes cling to him, his hair fall flat and each breath stick to his throat. He wanted to open the curtain and feel the breeze so badly, but made the choice to go unnoticed and listen instead.

Hearing her argue with her husband was like watching a derailing train, still amped with power, flying without a track or direction, waiting to see where it would finally crash. Its cars piling into each other, becoming a weapon to itself. It wasn’t his fault they hurt each other with their misconnections and differences. No. He couldn’t be blamed for anything, and it was always a nice feeling to be able to sit back and watch the accident unfold without the feeling that he fucked with that track.

He listened to them whenever they did this, which these days was almost daily, because he was curious and addicted. He wanted to know that they were almost over, and he wanted to know why. He loved hearing her fight, her passion, her strength, she was so fierce when she was angry and it made him burn for her. Maybe that’s why she did it where he could overhear. Maybe it was a side of her that she wanted him to know was there. And maybe, she knew him well enough to know that it was making him want her.

“There’s nothing wrong with leaving her with Sara for the night, Gillian. That’s why we have a nanny,” Clyde yelled.

“No. That’s not why we have a nanny. We have a nanny for when we’re working! All I’m asking for is one night. I haven’t been out with Renata and Danni for a goddamn year, but I’m not gonna go if it means she needs to be with a nanny for another evening!”

“You know I had plans for tonight, too!”

“So, you’d rather be with the guys instead of your daughter? That’s what you’re saying.”

“No! Hell no! Say that again and I’ll…”

“You’ll what? What will you do? Take off for another weekend? Week?!”

“Stop, Gillian. Enough. I won’t go tonight then. It’s not worth another fucking fight. You win.”

There was a long silence. David considered whether they’d moved inside. He waited through four more of his own heavy breaths before he used his index finger to pull the shitty curtain aside to peek out.

He startled to find her still standing there, alone, staring at her feet while she brought a cigarette to her lips and inhaled. Her red hair looked tousled from the wind and humidity and she tried with her free hand to smooth it out. She was merely feet away from him, but she seemed so far. So untouchable. He watched her lips wrap around the small filter and inhale. There had been so many times he’d come so close to kissing those lips. But he always knew his boundaries, or at least she’d remind him of them. These days though, it’d been harder to stop thinking about her, someone who’d been there for three years, now is someone brand-new, and he was starting to think, fuck boundaries.

The train had come to it’s final resting spot, on fire, crumbled upon his front lawn and he was ready to look for survivors.

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