fic: you will shelter me my love (and I will shelter you)
Title: you will shelter me my love (and I will shelter you)
Author: anathema64
Pairing: Adam/Kris (with references to past Kris/Katy)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 596
Disclaimer: All situations are fictitious, I own none of the characters, yadda yadda.
Summary: Kris has a thing about storms, Adam only needs a few words to make it okay. Prompt from vanya_elda: Kiss on the back of the neck, please.
Author's Notes: For kradam_kiss, and to fill my other: to put them to sleep square for my kissbingo card. Just some schmoop to take a break from the angst I've been writing. Title from the Ray LaMontagne song Shelter. Thanks to the lovely oceansdream for the quick beta. :)
Kris knows that storms shouldn’t bother him. He grew up with them, lived through them most of his life so far, and they’ve never been a big deal. Except that they are - they’re a huge deal in that he still can’t control the irrational sense of terror that creeps into his bones when a storm hits. The sky lights up and the air cracks and booms and suddenly he’s five again, fingers wrapped tight in his sheets and tears slipping down his cheeks no matter how hard he shuts his eyes to keep them in. He’s learned to deal with it and he really does do okay during the day when he has people and motion and other noise around him to distract him from it. But when the night comes and there’s nothing to separate him from the crash and echo that makes his whole body shiver, nothing to take his mind off of the bright flashes he can see even behind his eyelids, that’s when the fear takes over.
Katy never knew this about him - they didn’t know each other when he was still too little to control his reactions and she was a heavy enough sleeper that even when they were in the same bed, he could just roll over and press his face into the pillow, silent tears seeping hot into the cotton until he was so dizzy from it that he fell out of consciousness. They’d wake up in the morning and no one would be the wiser. Adam isn’t a heavy sleeper though; the smallest sound is enough to pull him from his dreams. And besides that, Kris has never been very good at keeping anything from him - Adam is just too damn perceptive - so after the third stormy night where Adam wakes up to find Kris not in their bed, he starts to wonder.
He pads down the stairs, the sound of his bare feet against the hardwood floors lost in the thunder, and finds Kris sitting up on the couch, feet tucked up under the cushion and arms wrapped tightly around his knees. Adam doesn’t need to ask; he can see the way Kris’ back trembles even in the dark, can hear the short, rapid breaths he’s taking. And if this were something Kris had wanted to talk about, he would have already, so Adam just doesn’t ask. Instead, he walks over to the front of the couch and holds out his hand, palm up. Kris doesn’t say anything either, just slips his hand into Adam’s and lets himself be pulled up off the couch and towards the stairs. They make it to the bedroom still hand in hand and Adam slips into the bed, bringing Kris with him and pulling him in tight against him. Kris can feel Adam’s heartbeat, slow and rhythmic against his back, one arm fitted perfectly under his head and the other a comfortable weight wrapped around his waist.
“Sleep baby,” Adam says, tangling their fingers together again. “I’m here.”
Kris squeezes their hands against his chest, breath held tightly in his lungs as he waits for the thunder to come again.
Adam plants his lips against the back of Kris’ neck, soft and warm and everything he needs right now. “Love you,” Adam whispers into the skin there, pressing one last kiss into Kris’ hairline.
Kris finally breathes out and relaxes into the curve of Adam’s body along his own, Adam’s words echoing loud in his head as the storm becomes no more than the faint background noise of his dreams.
Author: anathema64
Pairing: Adam/Kris (with references to past Kris/Katy)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 596
Disclaimer: All situations are fictitious, I own none of the characters, yadda yadda.
Summary: Kris has a thing about storms, Adam only needs a few words to make it okay. Prompt from vanya_elda: Kiss on the back of the neck, please.
Author's Notes: For kradam_kiss, and to fill my other: to put them to sleep square for my kissbingo card. Just some schmoop to take a break from the angst I've been writing. Title from the Ray LaMontagne song Shelter. Thanks to the lovely oceansdream for the quick beta. :)
Kris knows that storms shouldn’t bother him. He grew up with them, lived through them most of his life so far, and they’ve never been a big deal. Except that they are - they’re a huge deal in that he still can’t control the irrational sense of terror that creeps into his bones when a storm hits. The sky lights up and the air cracks and booms and suddenly he’s five again, fingers wrapped tight in his sheets and tears slipping down his cheeks no matter how hard he shuts his eyes to keep them in. He’s learned to deal with it and he really does do okay during the day when he has people and motion and other noise around him to distract him from it. But when the night comes and there’s nothing to separate him from the crash and echo that makes his whole body shiver, nothing to take his mind off of the bright flashes he can see even behind his eyelids, that’s when the fear takes over.
Katy never knew this about him - they didn’t know each other when he was still too little to control his reactions and she was a heavy enough sleeper that even when they were in the same bed, he could just roll over and press his face into the pillow, silent tears seeping hot into the cotton until he was so dizzy from it that he fell out of consciousness. They’d wake up in the morning and no one would be the wiser. Adam isn’t a heavy sleeper though; the smallest sound is enough to pull him from his dreams. And besides that, Kris has never been very good at keeping anything from him - Adam is just too damn perceptive - so after the third stormy night where Adam wakes up to find Kris not in their bed, he starts to wonder.
He pads down the stairs, the sound of his bare feet against the hardwood floors lost in the thunder, and finds Kris sitting up on the couch, feet tucked up under the cushion and arms wrapped tightly around his knees. Adam doesn’t need to ask; he can see the way Kris’ back trembles even in the dark, can hear the short, rapid breaths he’s taking. And if this were something Kris had wanted to talk about, he would have already, so Adam just doesn’t ask. Instead, he walks over to the front of the couch and holds out his hand, palm up. Kris doesn’t say anything either, just slips his hand into Adam’s and lets himself be pulled up off the couch and towards the stairs. They make it to the bedroom still hand in hand and Adam slips into the bed, bringing Kris with him and pulling him in tight against him. Kris can feel Adam’s heartbeat, slow and rhythmic against his back, one arm fitted perfectly under his head and the other a comfortable weight wrapped around his waist.
“Sleep baby,” Adam says, tangling their fingers together again. “I’m here.”
Kris squeezes their hands against his chest, breath held tightly in his lungs as he waits for the thunder to come again.
Adam plants his lips against the back of Kris’ neck, soft and warm and everything he needs right now. “Love you,” Adam whispers into the skin there, pressing one last kiss into Kris’ hairline.
Kris finally breathes out and relaxes into the curve of Adam’s body along his own, Adam’s words echoing loud in his head as the storm becomes no more than the faint background noise of his dreams.