Fic: Moments Unforgettable
OMG, I went and did it, I wrote RPS. I blame jim_and_bones and all their lovely comment-fic. *sigh*
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Title: Moments Unforgettable
Author: sunriseinspace
Pairing: Chris Pine / Karl Urban
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, OMG, not mine.
Summary: It's a gut-punch to realize how desperately he needs for this to be real.
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He rolls over in the bed, stretches a hand out across the sheets and finds them cool and empty, lifts his head to see the balcony doors just slightly ajar, thin early morning light spreading across the bedroom floor. He sits up, scrubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning as he catches sight of the clock on the nightstand - 6:30. Heaving a sigh, he throws back the covers, shivering slightly as a gentle breeze steals through the room, bringing with it the fresh smell of a damp autumn morning. He retrieves his t-shirt from the floor and drags it over his head as he walks around the foot of the bed over to the doors, crossing his arms to ward off the chill.
He stops in the doorway, leaning on the closed door as he takes in the sight. Reclining in one of the deck chairs, back to the doors, bare feet on the balcony rail, is Chris. Wrapped tightly in one of Karl's flannel shirts, a broken-spined paperback open face-down on the ground, he looks half-asleep, staring out in to the rainy morning with heavy-lidded eyes, as water pours off the eaves to run over his feet. In the ghostly morning light, it all looks surreal, like one of those daydreams Karl'd had before he was allowed to have them, before he and Natalie figured things out, before that one party of Zach's. It's so ethereal, the way the blue-gray rain-drenched light shines off the kid's hair, the sky the same bruised-slate Chris' eyes turn when he's tired, Karl's suddenly afraid he is dreaming, that he'll wake up in a few minutes and none of this will be real. Gooseflesh pricks the back of his neck and it's not from the damp air washing in through the open door.
The concrete balcony is sticky-cold under his bare feet as he steps out, pulling the door shut behind him with a small click. Chris' posture doesn't change at all, gives no indication he's heard Karl come outside. The gentle susurration of the rain covers his footsteps and, as he moves closer, the feeling of being in a dream grows instead of dissipating. It's a gut-punch to realize how desperately he needs to be sure this is real, the strength of it enough to shorten his breath and slick his skin with a cold sweat. His heart pounds, his hands tremble just the slightest bit, as he steps up behind Chris.
The soft, fond smile lighting Chris' blue eyes is like a jolt of electricity, steadying Karl's thundering pulse and washing reassuring warmth through his body. His own smile in return is tentative and shaky and he can tell from the shift in Chris' eyes that he's noticed. He sits up and scoots forward in the chair, making room for Karl to work himself behind and under Chris, until he's firmly wrapped around him, Chris in his lap with his feet still up on the rail and Karl's arms looped tight around the kid's waist.
"Hi," Chris murmurs, leaning his head back against Karl's shoulder to look up at him. "Couldn't sleep."
Karl nods and rests his cheek against Chris' temple, fingers playing with the buttons of the shirt Chris is wearing, breathing deep and sighing. The familiar scent of Chris' shampoo and the smell of skin-warm cotton thread through his senses, overlain by the clean moist scent of early fall, and he feels the vise around his chest start to loosen. He relaxes into the cushion, pulling Chris tight against him, and leans his head back against the back of the chair, early morning fatigue coming back with a vengeance. He closes his eyes as Chris snuggles into his chest and laces their fingers together. Karl smiles at the gesture, leaves his eyes closed despite the weight of Chris' gaze on the side of his face.
There's an inhale, like Chris is about to say something, but it hitches in his chest and no words come, leaving them surrounded by the warmth and weight of each other and the soft sounds of the falling rain. Chris' head digs into Karl's shoulder as he tilts his head up, cranes his neck, to press a kiss to the corner of Karl's mouth, where the last of his smile curls his lips. Chris settles back, head tucked into Karl's neck, under his chin, fingers wrapped tight together. Karl smiles once more, faintly, as Chris sighs hugely, deflating into sleep, heavy and warm against Karl's chest.
If it's a dream, he doesn't ever want to wake up.
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Title: Moments Unforgettable
Author: sunriseinspace
Pairing: Chris Pine / Karl Urban
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, OMG, not mine.
Summary: It's a gut-punch to realize how desperately he needs for this to be real.
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He rolls over in the bed, stretches a hand out across the sheets and finds them cool and empty, lifts his head to see the balcony doors just slightly ajar, thin early morning light spreading across the bedroom floor. He sits up, scrubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning as he catches sight of the clock on the nightstand - 6:30. Heaving a sigh, he throws back the covers, shivering slightly as a gentle breeze steals through the room, bringing with it the fresh smell of a damp autumn morning. He retrieves his t-shirt from the floor and drags it over his head as he walks around the foot of the bed over to the doors, crossing his arms to ward off the chill.
He stops in the doorway, leaning on the closed door as he takes in the sight. Reclining in one of the deck chairs, back to the doors, bare feet on the balcony rail, is Chris. Wrapped tightly in one of Karl's flannel shirts, a broken-spined paperback open face-down on the ground, he looks half-asleep, staring out in to the rainy morning with heavy-lidded eyes, as water pours off the eaves to run over his feet. In the ghostly morning light, it all looks surreal, like one of those daydreams Karl'd had before he was allowed to have them, before he and Natalie figured things out, before that one party of Zach's. It's so ethereal, the way the blue-gray rain-drenched light shines off the kid's hair, the sky the same bruised-slate Chris' eyes turn when he's tired, Karl's suddenly afraid he is dreaming, that he'll wake up in a few minutes and none of this will be real. Gooseflesh pricks the back of his neck and it's not from the damp air washing in through the open door.
The concrete balcony is sticky-cold under his bare feet as he steps out, pulling the door shut behind him with a small click. Chris' posture doesn't change at all, gives no indication he's heard Karl come outside. The gentle susurration of the rain covers his footsteps and, as he moves closer, the feeling of being in a dream grows instead of dissipating. It's a gut-punch to realize how desperately he needs to be sure this is real, the strength of it enough to shorten his breath and slick his skin with a cold sweat. His heart pounds, his hands tremble just the slightest bit, as he steps up behind Chris.
The soft, fond smile lighting Chris' blue eyes is like a jolt of electricity, steadying Karl's thundering pulse and washing reassuring warmth through his body. His own smile in return is tentative and shaky and he can tell from the shift in Chris' eyes that he's noticed. He sits up and scoots forward in the chair, making room for Karl to work himself behind and under Chris, until he's firmly wrapped around him, Chris in his lap with his feet still up on the rail and Karl's arms looped tight around the kid's waist.
"Hi," Chris murmurs, leaning his head back against Karl's shoulder to look up at him. "Couldn't sleep."
Karl nods and rests his cheek against Chris' temple, fingers playing with the buttons of the shirt Chris is wearing, breathing deep and sighing. The familiar scent of Chris' shampoo and the smell of skin-warm cotton thread through his senses, overlain by the clean moist scent of early fall, and he feels the vise around his chest start to loosen. He relaxes into the cushion, pulling Chris tight against him, and leans his head back against the back of the chair, early morning fatigue coming back with a vengeance. He closes his eyes as Chris snuggles into his chest and laces their fingers together. Karl smiles at the gesture, leaves his eyes closed despite the weight of Chris' gaze on the side of his face.
There's an inhale, like Chris is about to say something, but it hitches in his chest and no words come, leaving them surrounded by the warmth and weight of each other and the soft sounds of the falling rain. Chris' head digs into Karl's shoulder as he tilts his head up, cranes his neck, to press a kiss to the corner of Karl's mouth, where the last of his smile curls his lips. Chris settles back, head tucked into Karl's neck, under his chin, fingers wrapped tight together. Karl smiles once more, faintly, as Chris sighs hugely, deflating into sleep, heavy and warm against Karl's chest.
If it's a dream, he doesn't ever want to wake up.