FIC: Just Breathe
Title: Just Breathe
Author: Cassie badfalcon
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, H/C, Vignette
Rating: PG
Thanks to: You, for reading.
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
Note: This is potentially a scene from a longer fic that I'm possibly planning on maybe writing - since I'm not sure about that, I'm posting this is a stand-alone vignette
Warning: Not Beta'd
Summary: It's still not a bad dream and Christian has a migraine. Luckily, Steve's always there for him.
Christian stirred, blinking repeatedly in the darkness before his eyes focussed. He bit back a whimper at the throbbing in his arm and his head. Breathing heavily through his nose, he waited for the nausea to pass before attempting to open his eyes again. He sighed as he recognised the stark, sterile hospital room - nope, still not a bad dream obviously, despite the arm wrapped snugly around his waist and the warm body he could feel pressed behind him. He lifted a hand to his face to rub across his eyes, a soft pained cry escaping him as the movement jarred his head and left his stomach rolling. He squeezed his eyes shut again and curled in on himself slightly, the fingers of his uninjured arm clutching at the arm around him.
"S'ok," came Steve's murmured reassurance from behind him, lips pressing against the back of his neck making Christian smile despite himself. "Just breathe. Breath through it, Chris…" His hand stroked gently down Christian's side as he spoke, smiling as he felt Christian relaxing under the gentle touch. "You want me to call a nurse, get you some more anti-sickness stuff?"
"No," Chris whispered. "Migraine." A groan that was a mixture of pain and relief escaped his lips as Steve shifted behind him, fingers massaging out the tension in his neck and shoulders, thumbs kneading into tight muscles, working out the knots and kinks. Christian arched into his hand, his groans becoming a sigh as he relaxed further, sinking both into the bed and back against Steve.
"Better?" Steve asked, pressing a kiss to Christian's jaw, his arm snaking around his waist again.
"Yeah. Sorry. Thank you." Christian yawned, stretching out on the bed.
"Go back to sleep," Steve chuckled fondly.
Christian hummed in agreement, his eyelids drooping before he forced them open again with a big sigh. "Feels like all I do lately's sleep," he pouted. "Stay?" he asked softly, tangling his fingers with Steve's.
"Always," Steve promised, tightened his hold on Christian and wrapping him closer in his arms as he fell back to sleep.
Author: Cassie badfalcon
Categories: Steve Carlson/Christian Kane, H/C, Vignette
Rating: PG
Thanks to: You, for reading.
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
Note: This is potentially a scene from a longer fic that I'm possibly planning on maybe writing - since I'm not sure about that, I'm posting this is a stand-alone vignette
Warning: Not Beta'd
Summary: It's still not a bad dream and Christian has a migraine. Luckily, Steve's always there for him.
Christian stirred, blinking repeatedly in the darkness before his eyes focussed. He bit back a whimper at the throbbing in his arm and his head. Breathing heavily through his nose, he waited for the nausea to pass before attempting to open his eyes again. He sighed as he recognised the stark, sterile hospital room - nope, still not a bad dream obviously, despite the arm wrapped snugly around his waist and the warm body he could feel pressed behind him. He lifted a hand to his face to rub across his eyes, a soft pained cry escaping him as the movement jarred his head and left his stomach rolling. He squeezed his eyes shut again and curled in on himself slightly, the fingers of his uninjured arm clutching at the arm around him.
"S'ok," came Steve's murmured reassurance from behind him, lips pressing against the back of his neck making Christian smile despite himself. "Just breathe. Breath through it, Chris…" His hand stroked gently down Christian's side as he spoke, smiling as he felt Christian relaxing under the gentle touch. "You want me to call a nurse, get you some more anti-sickness stuff?"
"No," Chris whispered. "Migraine." A groan that was a mixture of pain and relief escaped his lips as Steve shifted behind him, fingers massaging out the tension in his neck and shoulders, thumbs kneading into tight muscles, working out the knots and kinks. Christian arched into his hand, his groans becoming a sigh as he relaxed further, sinking both into the bed and back against Steve.
"Better?" Steve asked, pressing a kiss to Christian's jaw, his arm snaking around his waist again.
"Yeah. Sorry. Thank you." Christian yawned, stretching out on the bed.
"Go back to sleep," Steve chuckled fondly.
Christian hummed in agreement, his eyelids drooping before he forced them open again with a big sigh. "Feels like all I do lately's sleep," he pouted. "Stay?" he asked softly, tangling his fingers with Steve's.
"Always," Steve promised, tightened his hold on Christian and wrapping him closer in his arms as he fell back to sleep.