X-Men: Warmth
Title: Warmth
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: X-Men (movies-comic cross). Actually, the fandom is really XMH, but it works both ways.
Characters/Pairing: Bobby/Laura
Summary: There is comfort in the chill.
Word Count: 515
Author's Note: Part of the Nostalgia Drabbles set - possibly my last foray into writing for these fandoms. Crystal (petitebelette) gave me the prompt 'cold'... and then I got a little carried away. Haha!
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
They were sitting on the grass, silently watching the sky as the brilliant shades of red and orange slowly faded into blue. The air was beginning to cool; Bobby breathed in deeply and smiled at the comfort of the chill. Laura glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
She had come out here to be alone, yet when he had settled down beside her, she felt no irritation - just a strange compulsion to shift closer to him. They had barely spoken more than a few sentences to each other in the past two hours. The silence was both comforting and uncomfortable, just one more paradox to add to the list that described their entire relationship.
The sun had disappeared, faint pinpricks of light taking its place in the sky. The temperature had well and truly dropped, a light breeze floating through the air. Laura drew her knees closer to her chest and wrapped her arms more securely around her legs. Her movements drew Bobby's eyes.
"Are you cold?"
She glanced at him, nodded, averted her gaze again. The corner of his mouth quirked into a small half-smile. He pulled off his jacket and, after a moment's hesitation, scooted closer to her. Carefully, as though afraid any sudden movements would scare her off, he slipped the garment around her shoulders.
Laura blinked at him, a flicker of surprise and confusion in her green eyes. "Thank you."
Bobby was suddenly swamped by a rush of affection for the beautiful girl beside him. He had shared a tub of ice cream with her as they watched a ridiculous action movie. He had raced her at an ice skating rink and witnessed her smile when she beat him by a hair's breadth. He had sat with her as her self-inflicted wounds healed over and she cried out from the pain of her memories. There was nothing he wanted more than to help her, protect her, make her smile.
He was still very close to her. She could hear his heartbeat clearly in the silence. Something about the way she could feel the heat of his body, mixed with the cool air and the even cooler breeze, caused her to curl up still tighter.
He noticed. And before he knew what he was doing, he was reaching out to her.
She shrank from him, confusion obvious in her eyes as they searched his face. He stopped, pressed his lips together and hesitantly asked, "Can I... Is it okay if I touch you?"
Laura blinked at him. "I don't understand," she responded, while something inside of her said Yes, it is okay.
He inched closer until their sides were practically touching. And then he slowly slid his arm around her. "Is this okay?"
Her muscles tensed in a mix of confusion and panic and excitement. Feeling her tighten, Bobby began to withdraw his arm - but her voice stopped him.
"Yes."
She relaxed slightly into his loose embrace, greedily inhaling the smell of him. The warmth of his body surrounded her, and she was no longer cold.
Fin
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: X-Men (movies-comic cross). Actually, the fandom is really XMH, but it works both ways.
Characters/Pairing: Bobby/Laura
Summary: There is comfort in the chill.
Word Count: 515
Author's Note: Part of the Nostalgia Drabbles set - possibly my last foray into writing for these fandoms. Crystal (petitebelette) gave me the prompt 'cold'... and then I got a little carried away. Haha!
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
They were sitting on the grass, silently watching the sky as the brilliant shades of red and orange slowly faded into blue. The air was beginning to cool; Bobby breathed in deeply and smiled at the comfort of the chill. Laura glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
She had come out here to be alone, yet when he had settled down beside her, she felt no irritation - just a strange compulsion to shift closer to him. They had barely spoken more than a few sentences to each other in the past two hours. The silence was both comforting and uncomfortable, just one more paradox to add to the list that described their entire relationship.
The sun had disappeared, faint pinpricks of light taking its place in the sky. The temperature had well and truly dropped, a light breeze floating through the air. Laura drew her knees closer to her chest and wrapped her arms more securely around her legs. Her movements drew Bobby's eyes.
"Are you cold?"
She glanced at him, nodded, averted her gaze again. The corner of his mouth quirked into a small half-smile. He pulled off his jacket and, after a moment's hesitation, scooted closer to her. Carefully, as though afraid any sudden movements would scare her off, he slipped the garment around her shoulders.
Laura blinked at him, a flicker of surprise and confusion in her green eyes. "Thank you."
Bobby was suddenly swamped by a rush of affection for the beautiful girl beside him. He had shared a tub of ice cream with her as they watched a ridiculous action movie. He had raced her at an ice skating rink and witnessed her smile when she beat him by a hair's breadth. He had sat with her as her self-inflicted wounds healed over and she cried out from the pain of her memories. There was nothing he wanted more than to help her, protect her, make her smile.
He was still very close to her. She could hear his heartbeat clearly in the silence. Something about the way she could feel the heat of his body, mixed with the cool air and the even cooler breeze, caused her to curl up still tighter.
He noticed. And before he knew what he was doing, he was reaching out to her.
She shrank from him, confusion obvious in her eyes as they searched his face. He stopped, pressed his lips together and hesitantly asked, "Can I... Is it okay if I touch you?"
Laura blinked at him. "I don't understand," she responded, while something inside of her said Yes, it is okay.
He inched closer until their sides were practically touching. And then he slowly slid his arm around her. "Is this okay?"
Her muscles tensed in a mix of confusion and panic and excitement. Feeling her tighten, Bobby began to withdraw his arm - but her voice stopped him.
"Yes."
She relaxed slightly into his loose embrace, greedily inhaling the smell of him. The warmth of his body surrounded her, and she was no longer cold.
Fin