FIC: Comfort
Title: Comfort
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, Angst, H/C
Rating: PG
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasiannaas ever, for the beta, handholding and encouragement!
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it
Summary: Comfort comes in the simplest forms in times of severe stress.
Steve reached out, cupping Christian’s cheek in his hand. “I’m not dead,” he whispered. “Look at me, Chris.” He paused, waited for Christian to look up, to meet his eyes. “I’m not dead,” he repeated.
Christian shuddered, tongue darting out over his lips. He placed his hand on top of Steve’s and took a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak but no words came out.
“And I’m gonna keep telling you over and over again if I have to,” Steve brushed his lips over Christian’s. “I’m not dead.”
“Not for lack of trying,” Christian shot back, voice emotionless. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat at Steve’s flinch. “I… Steve… I’m sor…”
“I deserved that,” Steve admitted softly, tangling his fingers with Christian’s on the bed. “I’m sorry. So fucked up.”
“Yeah, we are.” Christian squeezed back gently; thumb running over the back of Steve’s hand. “What’re we gonna do?”
Steve’s fingers curled around Christian’s wrist, tugging him gently, urging him out of the chair. Christian stumbled forward, frowning when Steve patted the bed next to him. “Steve, I…”
“You’re gonna sleep. We are gonna sleep. Don’t interrupt me, Christian. Yes, I know I’m in a hospital bed. No, I know we shouldn’t. I don’t fucking care. You look worse than I feel.” Christian reluctantly climbed onto the bed, lying tense next to Steve. Steve smiled softly and wrapped an arm around Christian, pulling him close.
Christian sighed and curled up to Steve, eyes sliding closed as he flung an arm over him, hand resting on, almost clutching at his shoulder, head on pillowed on Steve’s chest. His lips curved up in a smile as Steve started playing with his hair, tension seeping from his body at the gentle touch.
“I love you,” he whispered, soothed by the steady, reassuring beat of Steve’s heart under his ear.
Steve’s arms tightened around Christian, a smile pulling on his lips even as his eyes slid closed. “Love you too.”
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, Angst, H/C
Rating: PG
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasiannaas ever, for the beta, handholding and encouragement!
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it
Summary: Comfort comes in the simplest forms in times of severe stress.
Steve reached out, cupping Christian’s cheek in his hand. “I’m not dead,” he whispered. “Look at me, Chris.” He paused, waited for Christian to look up, to meet his eyes. “I’m not dead,” he repeated.
Christian shuddered, tongue darting out over his lips. He placed his hand on top of Steve’s and took a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak but no words came out.
“And I’m gonna keep telling you over and over again if I have to,” Steve brushed his lips over Christian’s. “I’m not dead.”
“Not for lack of trying,” Christian shot back, voice emotionless. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat at Steve’s flinch. “I… Steve… I’m sor…”
“I deserved that,” Steve admitted softly, tangling his fingers with Christian’s on the bed. “I’m sorry. So fucked up.”
“Yeah, we are.” Christian squeezed back gently; thumb running over the back of Steve’s hand. “What’re we gonna do?”
Steve’s fingers curled around Christian’s wrist, tugging him gently, urging him out of the chair. Christian stumbled forward, frowning when Steve patted the bed next to him. “Steve, I…”
“You’re gonna sleep. We are gonna sleep. Don’t interrupt me, Christian. Yes, I know I’m in a hospital bed. No, I know we shouldn’t. I don’t fucking care. You look worse than I feel.” Christian reluctantly climbed onto the bed, lying tense next to Steve. Steve smiled softly and wrapped an arm around Christian, pulling him close.
Christian sighed and curled up to Steve, eyes sliding closed as he flung an arm over him, hand resting on, almost clutching at his shoulder, head on pillowed on Steve’s chest. His lips curved up in a smile as Steve started playing with his hair, tension seeping from his body at the gentle touch.
“I love you,” he whispered, soothed by the steady, reassuring beat of Steve’s heart under his ear.
Steve’s arms tightened around Christian, a smile pulling on his lips even as his eyes slid closed. “Love you too.”
~El Fin~