Lovers 100 : Cheek 1/2
Title: Cheek (Part I of II)
Summery: Theodore awakens during the middle of the night…
Prompt: 080. Whimper
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: G
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Part I:
Theodore rolled onto his side, rubbing his eyes as he peered across the small room.
The lump of twisted blankets on the bed -and presumably Andrew- shifted and started, sheets pulled awkwardly.
“And’…” Theodore called, softly. “And’, are you all right?” His only response was a muffled noise he couldn’t quite make out. He waited for a moment. The movements didn’t cease; they began to grow more rapid, frantic almost, starting and stopping in sudden spurts. Again, the muted sound.
He pulled the covers off of himself and swung his legs over the edge. The stone floor was cold against his bare feet as he covered the distance between their beds.
He laid a hand on the middle of the misshapen lump, shaking gently, “And’… wake up.”
His brow furrowed when he didn’t. Now that he was closer he could hear the sounds clearly.
Andrew whimpered.
Theodore carefully pulled at the tangled covers, until he had uncovered the top of a mused ginger head.
Andrew’s face contorted as he slept. His mouth fell open, then closed again. He twisted his body, fighting against the confines of the blankets.
“Shhh…” Theodore soothed, reaching a hand out to comfort him. He rubbed and squeezed his shoulder, feeling the tensed muscles through the thin fabric of his nightshirt.
Andrew didn’t relax. He began to fight harder, mumbling incoherent words and sounds, breaking off into quiet whimpers. He curled forward, clutching his side as though in pain.
Theodore slowly worked the blankets out of their frenzied state, drawing back a few to combat the warmth, as Andrew’s face was flushed. His hand brushed against Andrew’s.
Andrew let out a soft murmur, tightened expression loosening slightly.
Theodore took his hand, rubbing it between both of his. “Hush…” He whispered. He waited until Andrew had calmed before he tucked his arm back against him, covering him with the blankets. He heard the whimpering again as soon as he turned his back, starting to step away.
Andrew’s arm slid out from underneath the covers again, fingers twitching, reaching out for the lost touch.
Theodore leaned against the bed, coming down to his knees. He peered down at Andrew’s sleeping face. He didn’t have the heart to wake him, even if he was in the midst of some strange dream. His closeness and touch seemed to console him.
He lifted the covers slowly and slipped underneath.
Andrew shifted again, pressing himself close to the newfound warmth of the body next to him.
Theodore wrapped his arms around him, cradling the smaller body against his own. He idly noticed how well Andrew fit against him, nestled into his embrace.
He laid one hand on the small of his back, the other cradling the back of his head and fell asleep with Andrew’s cheek resting against his chest.
Summery: Theodore awakens during the middle of the night…
Prompt: 080. Whimper
Pairing: Grovette
Genre: POTC
Rating: G
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Part I:
Theodore rolled onto his side, rubbing his eyes as he peered across the small room.
The lump of twisted blankets on the bed -and presumably Andrew- shifted and started, sheets pulled awkwardly.
“And’…” Theodore called, softly. “And’, are you all right?” His only response was a muffled noise he couldn’t quite make out. He waited for a moment. The movements didn’t cease; they began to grow more rapid, frantic almost, starting and stopping in sudden spurts. Again, the muted sound.
He pulled the covers off of himself and swung his legs over the edge. The stone floor was cold against his bare feet as he covered the distance between their beds.
He laid a hand on the middle of the misshapen lump, shaking gently, “And’… wake up.”
His brow furrowed when he didn’t. Now that he was closer he could hear the sounds clearly.
Andrew whimpered.
Theodore carefully pulled at the tangled covers, until he had uncovered the top of a mused ginger head.
Andrew’s face contorted as he slept. His mouth fell open, then closed again. He twisted his body, fighting against the confines of the blankets.
“Shhh…” Theodore soothed, reaching a hand out to comfort him. He rubbed and squeezed his shoulder, feeling the tensed muscles through the thin fabric of his nightshirt.
Andrew didn’t relax. He began to fight harder, mumbling incoherent words and sounds, breaking off into quiet whimpers. He curled forward, clutching his side as though in pain.
Theodore slowly worked the blankets out of their frenzied state, drawing back a few to combat the warmth, as Andrew’s face was flushed. His hand brushed against Andrew’s.
Andrew let out a soft murmur, tightened expression loosening slightly.
Theodore took his hand, rubbing it between both of his. “Hush…” He whispered. He waited until Andrew had calmed before he tucked his arm back against him, covering him with the blankets. He heard the whimpering again as soon as he turned his back, starting to step away.
Andrew’s arm slid out from underneath the covers again, fingers twitching, reaching out for the lost touch.
Theodore leaned against the bed, coming down to his knees. He peered down at Andrew’s sleeping face. He didn’t have the heart to wake him, even if he was in the midst of some strange dream. His closeness and touch seemed to console him.
He lifted the covers slowly and slipped underneath.
Andrew shifted again, pressing himself close to the newfound warmth of the body next to him.
Theodore wrapped his arms around him, cradling the smaller body against his own. He idly noticed how well Andrew fit against him, nestled into his embrace.
He laid one hand on the small of his back, the other cradling the back of his head and fell asleep with Andrew’s cheek resting against his chest.