"It just sucks, knowing he's with you all the time, getting to do the shit I should be doing to you," he tries to explain, his voice quiet. It's a mixture of jealousy and frustration. He knows that the guy isn't going to make a move on his wife, and - even if he did - Rachel is here, with him, for a reason. She's always been with him. That won't change just because they're going through shit. But to know that work takes him away so long and so unpredictably, and when he thinks, What's Rachel doing right now?, his thoughts are filled with Brody kissing her, touching her, making her gasp and moan. Even if it's just for the show, just pretend, he's still the one sitting at a desk or riding patrol while Brody gets to pretend with Rachel.
He's fairly certain that it would bother her, if the shoe were on the other foot. If it was Rachel working her ass off in a job she alternately loved and hated, and he got to spend his days working with an attractive co-star, touching her and kissing her and getting a point-blank view of her body.
It's that another guy gets to do this stuff, and he hasn't been able to do it. They either work opposite schedules or they're too fucking exhausted to even begin.
"First shift tomorrow," he murmurs, taking a sip of his coffee and following her gaze to the clock. I'm free 'til eight a.m. tomorrow. Fuckin' sweet. "So, I have today and tonight with you, then I gotta be up and out the same time as you for rehearsal tomorrow. I'm not the only person covering Drew, so it's not gonna be doubles and overtime every day." It'll probably kick his ass, but he's fully prepared to stay up with Rachel and fall asleep on her dressing room couch when she's onstage, catching a nap during rehearsal, a nap during a show, before sleeping with her when the show is over for the night.
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Date: 2013-02-07 04:16 am (UTC)He's fairly certain that it would bother her, if the shoe were on the other foot. If it was Rachel working her ass off in a job she alternately loved and hated, and he got to spend his days working with an attractive co-star, touching her and kissing her and getting a point-blank view of her body.
It's that another guy gets to do this stuff, and he hasn't been able to do it. They either work opposite schedules or they're too fucking exhausted to even begin.
"First shift tomorrow," he murmurs, taking a sip of his coffee and following her gaze to the clock. I'm free 'til eight a.m. tomorrow. Fuckin' sweet. "So, I have today and tonight with you, then I gotta be up and out the same time as you for rehearsal tomorrow. I'm not the only person covering Drew, so it's not gonna be doubles and overtime every day." It'll probably kick his ass, but he's fully prepared to stay up with Rachel and fall asleep on her dressing room couch when she's onstage, catching a nap during rehearsal, a nap during a show, before sleeping with her when the show is over for the night.