FIC: Ain't Missin' You

[paulacas]

Title: Ain’t Missin’ You
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRM
Summary: Prompt – long nights
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. This is a figment of my imagination and a work of fiction. I'm not making any money. 

http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/40518.html?view=8712774#t8712774 

*This was just fuckin’ ridiculous.* 

The body in the bed rolls over, rearranges the pillows on the bed and lies back down. 

*Whose idea was it anyway to buy a frickin’ clock with bright blue numbers? It’s like a damn night light. I. Do. Not. need a night light.* 

A hand snakes down the side of the bed feeling around the floor. A wrinkled t-shirt lands on top the offending clock. He flops on his back and closes his eyes. 

*Why is it so quiet? Hell, Oklahoma ain’t this quiet. You know you have a 9am call tomorrow?* 

Of course he knows that. His mind really needs to shut its yap so he can get some sleep. The makeup people are gonna be bitchin’ about bags under his eyes if he doesn’t soon get some sleep. He moves the shirt to look at the clock. Five minutes. *Shit.* 

He rolled on his side and made a conscious effort to quiet his mind. If his mind would go to sleep maybe his body would get the hint. He starts humming tunelessly under his breath trying to lull his mind to sleep. 

He’s in that place between sleep and awake when some imp realizes he’s humming Pinata Novia as he slides further toward sleep. 

Mind unaware, his body continues to rearrange itself looking for something that’s not there. It’s the hour of wolf, and the body in the bed still searching…restless…covers twisted. 

A silent shadow slips into the room and stares at the sleeper. A soft, but worried smile crosses the tired face as he gently pulls the hair from the rugged face. He drops his clothes by the bed and gently slides under the covers. 

The sleeper turns toward the shadow. Arms wrap around the trim waist, nose buries in soft waves. A sleep roughened breath tickles an ear. 

“Steve." 

The long night ends as both bodies entwine in the arms of Morpheus.

 

Comments

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

Poor thing can't sleep without his Steve... *melts*

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

If we could just get them market that Snuggle Steve, we could all have one.

[deluweil.livejournal.com]

If only... *smile dreamily*