Warm Milk - CSI:NY/Miami - Danny/Horatio Prompt - 05 Memory
TITLE: Warm Milk
AUTHOR: Angel/Chris
E-MAIL: derek.morgan.tallikut@gmail.com
FANDOM: CSI: NY/Miami
PAIRING: Danny Messer/Horatio Caine
PROMPT: 5. Memory
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: Horatio has a nightmare about Clavo and Danny comforts him.
WARNINGS: Aftermath of the Clavo Cruz shooting.
NOTES: Hugs and Cuddles to Chris for supplying the much needed inspiration but a sounding board for my ramblings!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them just simply borrow them from time to time.
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“Take care…”
Horatio caressed the trigger.
The shot rang out.
Horatio shot upright. His chest heaving and sweat pouring down his face. He couldn't get Clavo's expression out of his mind. He hadn't wanted to kill the young man. He wanted to help him; maybe save him, but Clavo hadn't wanted him to.
Danny woke when his arm was flung from Horatio’s body and looked up to see his pale lover panting heavily.
“Tio?” Danny said softly.
When Horatio didn’t respond Danny sat up, positioned himself behind Horatio and wrapped his arms around the slightly shaking body.
“Tio, are you okay?” Danny asked.
Horatio heard the soft voice and shook his head. “Bad dream.”
Danny pulled the redhead closer. He propped his chin on Horatio's bare shoulder. "Clavo?" he inquired gently.
"Yes," Horatio said in a strangled whisper.
Danny placed a kiss on his shoulder. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Horatio shook his head. He didn't want to think. He just wanted to be held.
"Okay," Danny whispered.
Danny held Horatio until he felt the redhead's breathing slow. He, then slid out of bed and padded into the kitchen. He came back with a glass of warm milk. He handed it to Horatio, who managed a dry chuckle.
"Warm milk?"
"My mom use to make it for me when I woke in the middle of the night," Danny explained. He slipped back into bed and snuggled close to Horatio. "Trust me. It'll help."
"If you say so." Horatio took a sip and grimaced. He had never been one for warm milk, but for Danny's sake he would drink it.
Horatio put the glass on the nightstand once he was done.
"Better?"
"Somewhat."
"Alright," Danny murmured. "Let's get you comfortable."
"What are you up to?" Horatio asked, slightly suspicious. He had a hard time letting go, and it had taken several visits before he relaxed enough to let Danny take care of him.
Danny bit back, "About 5'10"." Instead he said, "You'll see. Now just make yourself comfortable."
Horatio sighed and made himself comfortable by laying on his side. Danny slid behind him and rubbed small circles down Horatio's back in a gentling motion as if Horatio were a high-strung horse.
"You're pretty good at that," Horatio mumbled. "Ever think of becoming a masseur?"
"Then who would Mac have to yell at?" Danny retorted with a wry snicker.
Horatio turned to face Danny. He reached out and stroked Danny's face. "Il mio cuore," he said.
Danny caught Horatio's hand and held against his cheek. "It's alright," he said in a reassuring tone. "Me and Mac are good."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Danny replied. He placed a kiss on the palm of Horatio's hand. "now, enough about me."
"Oh?" Horatio purred as he felt a spark of desire course through his body. "I would like to know more about you."
"I just bet you do," Danny managed to get out before Horatio silenced him with a soft kiss.
The End.