Weekend Write'thon: Show 'Em If You've Got 'Em Post
It's Monday, Monday, Monday!
And that means it's time for all you surviving weekend warriors to share the fruits of your madness. It doesn't matter whether what you have is a finished piece or three hasty sentences--show us what you have! You never know when a slim beginning may lead to a tidy masterpiece. Take this chance to hook a beta reader or ( Read more... )
And that means it's time for all you surviving weekend warriors to share the fruits of your madness. It doesn't matter whether what you have is a finished piece or three hasty sentences--show us what you have! You never know when a slim beginning may lead to a tidy masterpiece. Take this chance to hook a beta reader or ( Read more... )
If it made the circuit the headlines would scream of drugs and abuse, vile and insinuating. Hints would be made towards the state of his marriage, someone would dig up that old picture of Kris wielding a broken bottle, public opinion would be swayed, and it would take months to repair the damage.
Kris doesn't take a picture. He leans against the doorpost and watches Adam's chest rise and fall in peaceful cadence. He should make a noise, alert Adam to the fact that he dropped everything to get here as fast as he could, or crawl into bed and kiss that much missed mouth, but he doesn't because he's terrified.
He was scared to begin with and the fact that he spent the entire ten hour plane ride reading My Spouse Became a Werewolf and Now We're Divorced Because I Didn't Smell Right certainly didn't help. It was much easier to be understanding over the phone before he really understood what might be at stake here. He doesn't care if Adam howls at the moon every night, if he barks at the mailman, or tries to bite the maid, but he honestly doesn't know what to do if Adam wakes up and looks at him as if he's all wrong.
Adam stirs in his sleep, a frown passing over his face, and one of his hands twitch against the sheets. Kris's breath hitches and his chest clenches hard. In his mind the worst case scenario is already playing out.
"Kris?" Adam's voice is scratchy-rough and sleep confused, his eyes not even open yet.
Kris takes a deep breath. "I'm here, baby," he says.
He's not prepared for how fast Adam can move now, he doesn't even have time to blink before Adam's right there crowding him up against the wall.
"You're home," Adam breathes with his hands placed flat on either side of Kris's head. He bends down to sniff Kris's neck, humming happily at the back of his throat.
"Yeah," Kris agrees weakly, lifting his hands to press against Adam's bare chest.
"I missed you so much." Adam sniffs Kris's neck again, chest expanding against Kris's fingers.
Kris squeezes his eyes shut, expecting the worst.
"Damn," Adam says, breath moist against Kris's skin. "You smell like…"
"Like what?" Kris asks nervously, when Adam takes too long finishing the sentence.
Adam lifts his head, giving Kris a quizzical look. "Like the best thing in the world, of course," Adam says flippantly, as if he didn't just save Kris's fricking life with a statement.
"Oh." Kris exhales, melting back against the wall.
"What did you think?"
Kris shakes his head, pleased smile curling his lips. "Doesn't matter," he says, sliding his hands up to link behind Adam's head. "Doesn't matter at all."
Adam drops his head to give him a too brief kiss, pulling back to give Kris another searching look.
"So, you're really okay with this?" he asks, trying for casual but failing quite spectacularly.
"In sickness and health," Kris says softly, sliding his fingers into Adam's messy hair. "For better or worse."
"Those are not even our vows," Adam points out, but he's smiling.
"Bitch," Kris says fondly. "I'm trying to be sappy here."
Adam hums thoughtfully, curling his hands around Kris's hips and hoisting him up as if he's weightless. Kris wraps his legs around Adam's waist with an ease born out of years of practice, fingers tightening in Adam's hair.
"You know," Adam says, as he turns towards the bed. "I'm pretty sure this whole thing makes you the bitch in this relationship."
Kris blinks, more at Adam's thoughtful tone than the sentiment. "That's the third potentially traumatizing thing you've said tonight: thank you."
Adam frowns. "What was the first two?"
Kris just shakes his head, bending forward to give Adam a kiss that almost topples them over. It's a good thing they have years of practice with that kind of thing too.
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Also, you spelled my name wrong. :O
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yes! they are mates!
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That is the best book title ever (:
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Thank you. :D
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