FICLET FRIDAY THE SECOND: STILLXMYXHEART
it felt good (Hannah, Eli, David, mentions of Seth [Hannah/Eli]), G
David looked up at the sound of the back door opening, and saw Hannah and Eli step into the house. The pitch of Hannah's voice told him she was upset about something, and he stood to move into the kitchen as Eli said, "Babe, it's fine, really, I just need some ice."
David frowned, asking, "What happened?" as he walked a little faster into the kitchen.
Hannah glanced at him, and then at Eli, sighing as she opened the freezer and removed one of the many ice packs.
"We were just leaving from dinner, walking back to the car, and ran into Seth." David's eyes widened a little, but he remained silent as Hannah continued. "He said some stuff, and Eli hauled off and punched him."
David's gaze flicked to Eli, and the younger man held up two fingers. "Twice. Son of a bitch has a hard head."
Hannah's lips twitched in the ghost of a smile as she handed Eli the ice pack, and then announced she was going upstairs to change.
Eli leaned against the counter, pressing the ice pack to his sore knuckles, and David moved to stand beside him.
"I'm sorry you hurt your hand, but thank you. I've wanted to do that for years now."
Eli laughed a little, glancing up at David. "Honestly, I couldn't really care less about my hand right now. It felt good to punch that asshole in the face. He went down on the second hit, and man, it was so nice to see him sprawled on his ass on the sidewalk."
David laughed, shaking his head. "Wish I could've seen it."
"I bet you do."
They looked up at the sound of Hannah's voice, watching as she stepped into the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
She smiled ruefully, tilting her head to the side. "I have to admit, though, it was really nice to see."
They all laughed, and David stepped over to her, sliding his arm around her shoulders as he touched a kiss to her temple.
He let her go and started to move back into the living room, but paused just inside the archway, and turned back.
Hannah was in front of Eli, staring down at his hand, her brow creased as she touched her fingers very lightly to his knuckles, asking if his hand was okay. He smiled, his free arm circling her waist as he kissed the top of her head, assuring her it was fine. She looked up at him, and he kissed her gently, smiling again as he brought his other hand up to push her hair behind her ear.
He raised his eyebrows. "I've gotten a lot worse than bruised knuckles from defending you." His voice was soft, his lips curving once more as he looked at her. "And I'd do it again."
She smiled, slipping her arms around his middle. "My Superman."
"Always."
He kissed her again, and David finally turned away, smiling broadly and feeling like his heart might burst as he settled on the couch once more.
sick day (Hannah/Eli), G, prompt: sick days (I wrote this ages ago for a fic meme, and only just now remembered it)
"Eli, what are you doing?" Hannah asks incredulously, placing a hand to his chest and shoving him back against his pillows.
"I just thought -"
"You thought nothing," she interrupts, arching an eyebrow at him. "You've already called into work. You have a fever of a hundred and two, you can't stop coughing, your nose is like a faucet. You look like death warmed over."
"Thanks, babe," he replies, giving her a look before erupting into another coughing fit.
"You're sick," she says, standing to return the thermometer to the bathroom. "Nobody looks good when they're sick."
"You do," he says, the corner of his mouth rising.
"Liar," she mutters when she steps back into the room, though her lips curve a little.
He snatches another tissue from the box beside him on the bed and blows his nose as Hannah walks back over to the bed. She plucks the used tissues from the covers, dropping them into the wastebasket before holding it to him so he can toss the newest one in.
He groans, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. "My head hurts."
"I just gave you medicine an hour ago, you have to wait."
He groans again, flopping against his pillows, and she smirks as she settles beside him on the bed.
"Han, what're you doing?" he asks, frowning as he looks at her. "You shouldn't stay with me; I don't want to get you sick."
"Hush," she murmurs, curling her legs underneath her as she turns on the TV.
He looks at her a moment longer, and then shifts closer to her, laying his head on her shoulder. She slips her arm around him, bringing her hand up to gently stroke his hair, and drops a kiss to the top of his head.
"It's okay to take some time off," she says softly. "You can't be Superman all the time."
"Can I still be yours?" he murmurs, his arm circling her waist as he shifts closer to her.
She smiles, still stroking his hair, her fingertips brushing every so often against his overly warm skin, and touches another kiss to the top of his head.
"You're always my Superman."
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