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Unspoken by Zircon (R)
Fandom: THE AVENGERS
Pairings: Steed/Emma, Steed/Tara
Length: 5,786 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thisiszircon
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Because it completely gets everything that is so beautiful and so tragic about the Steed/Emma relationship. For all their verbal sparring, many of Steed and Emma's most meaningful exchanges are nonverbal, and Zircon seizes on this and creates a story arc that is amazing and perfectly in character (and so damn sad, but that's canon). Her Tara is excellent too, and by the end of the fic, you will ache for all three of them. Steed/Tara doesn't usually work for me, but here, it makes perfect sense.
They ought to talk, Steed mused later, lying with a naked Emma Peel curved against his side. The bedside lamp was on and cast a yellow glow over them. Their passion had cooled and relaxation had followed. Steed stretched languidly, smiling at the warmth which cocooned him. He and Emma had been very, very good together. Exceptional. They were always going to be exceptional, he realised. He'd expected nothing else.
Nonetheless, they really ought to talk. But what to say?
He was too sleepy to process any thoughts coherently. Images flashed through his mind, mainly of Emma's face when she smiled at him. The question of their continued partnership passed through his head, before he lost it.
There was definitely a number of things they needed to discuss, if only he could piece them together.
His restless stirring drew Emma's attention, and she lifted her head from the nook of his neck. Steed gazed into her face, the memories of their lovemaking immediately brushing all other thoughts aside. Emma kissed his lips before settling back down.
"We'll work it out, Steed," she murmured. "Don't worry."
He reached over and switched off the bedside lamp, smiling into the darkness. If Emma Peel always read him as well as she was doing right now, then they would probably muddle through.
Unspoken
Pairings: Steed/Emma, Steed/Tara
Length: 5,786 words
Author on LJ:
thisiszirconAuthor Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
Because it completely gets everything that is so beautiful and so tragic about the Steed/Emma relationship. For all their verbal sparring, many of Steed and Emma's most meaningful exchanges are nonverbal, and Zircon seizes on this and creates a story arc that is amazing and perfectly in character (and so damn sad, but that's canon). Her Tara is excellent too, and by the end of the fic, you will ache for all three of them. Steed/Tara doesn't usually work for me, but here, it makes perfect sense.
They ought to talk, Steed mused later, lying with a naked Emma Peel curved against his side. The bedside lamp was on and cast a yellow glow over them. Their passion had cooled and relaxation had followed. Steed stretched languidly, smiling at the warmth which cocooned him. He and Emma had been very, very good together. Exceptional. They were always going to be exceptional, he realised. He'd expected nothing else.
Nonetheless, they really ought to talk. But what to say?
He was too sleepy to process any thoughts coherently. Images flashed through his mind, mainly of Emma's face when she smiled at him. The question of their continued partnership passed through his head, before he lost it.
There was definitely a number of things they needed to discuss, if only he could piece them together.
His restless stirring drew Emma's attention, and she lifted her head from the nook of his neck. Steed gazed into her face, the memories of their lovemaking immediately brushing all other thoughts aside. Emma kissed his lips before settling back down.
"We'll work it out, Steed," she murmured. "Don't worry."
He reached over and switched off the bedside lamp, smiling into the darkness. If Emma Peel always read him as well as she was doing right now, then they would probably muddle through.
Unspoken