fic: RPS: Here With Me 1/1
Title: Here With Me
Author: Havenward
Rating: PG
Words: 334
Pairing: Kane/Carlson
Note: For badfalcon, because somehow we got on the topic of cuddling and she just asked so nicely. Schmoop with a side of sappiness. (What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic at heart.) Chris POV.
It's been a long time. Too long. Between Nashville and Chicago and the promotional tours and concerts, I've barely had five minutes to myself. Nevermind having five minutes for Steve (not that I don't spend my free moments calling or texting him anyway, because five minutes that alone just isn't worth it).
Jensen's been teasing me for a week about how I won't leave Steve's bedroom for two days straight. It's probably true, barring the necessities. But not for the reason he thinks.
As soon as Steve opens the door I've got my arms wrapped around him, hands fisted in his shirt like I'm trying to prove I'm not just dreaming. Maybe I am. Like I said, it's been too long. Which is why I bypass kissing him until we remember what air is for and tuck my head into the curve of his neck instead. I close my eyes and just breathe him in, just breathe because it feels like til now I haven't been. Not since I left.
"Hey," he murmurs, resting his chin on the top of my head as his arms curl tight around me.
"Hey," I say back, and we just stay like that for a while. When we move he doesn't let go, just pulls back far enough that we don't trip over each other when he pulls me inside and closes the door behind us. Now he does kiss me, a simple press of his lips on mine before leading me deeper into the apartment and to the bed.
We pause for me to shuck my jacket and boots and crawl in fully clothed. I curl against him again, a mirror of how we were before except closer, legs tangled and breathing in sync. Except for how I'm resting my head on his chest now, listening to the gentle, steady beat of his heart. The rhythm is soothing, reassuring.
I drift to sleep with Steve stroking my hair.
Author: Havenward
Rating: PG
Words: 334
Pairing: Kane/Carlson
Note: For badfalcon, because somehow we got on the topic of cuddling and she just asked so nicely. Schmoop with a side of sappiness. (What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic at heart.) Chris POV.
It's been a long time. Too long. Between Nashville and Chicago and the promotional tours and concerts, I've barely had five minutes to myself. Nevermind having five minutes for Steve (not that I don't spend my free moments calling or texting him anyway, because five minutes that alone just isn't worth it).
Jensen's been teasing me for a week about how I won't leave Steve's bedroom for two days straight. It's probably true, barring the necessities. But not for the reason he thinks.
As soon as Steve opens the door I've got my arms wrapped around him, hands fisted in his shirt like I'm trying to prove I'm not just dreaming. Maybe I am. Like I said, it's been too long. Which is why I bypass kissing him until we remember what air is for and tuck my head into the curve of his neck instead. I close my eyes and just breathe him in, just breathe because it feels like til now I haven't been. Not since I left.
"Hey," he murmurs, resting his chin on the top of my head as his arms curl tight around me.
"Hey," I say back, and we just stay like that for a while. When we move he doesn't let go, just pulls back far enough that we don't trip over each other when he pulls me inside and closes the door behind us. Now he does kiss me, a simple press of his lips on mine before leading me deeper into the apartment and to the bed.
We pause for me to shuck my jacket and boots and crawl in fully clothed. I curl against him again, a mirror of how we were before except closer, legs tangled and breathing in sync. Except for how I'm resting my head on his chest now, listening to the gentle, steady beat of his heart. The rhythm is soothing, reassuring.
I drift to sleep with Steve stroking my hair.