FIC: Your Light Is All I See
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paulacasTitle: Your Light Is All I See
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Chris/Steve
Rating: FRA
Summary: Prompt – you're still beautiful to me
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. Any goofs are mine.
When Chris’ lip and face had been cut during Secondhand Lions, he’d been self-conscious about the scar and would turn that side of his face away from Steve or his touch.
Finally he’d had enough of Chris shying away.
“If the damn thing bothers you that much, go to a plastic surgeon. Personally, I don’t care. You’re still beautiful to me.”
After that Chris stopped shying and the subject was never mentioned again.
When Chris laid his forehead open filming Leverage, Steve was more concerned about the concussion than the stitches, but Chris proved what a hard headed son-of-a-bitch he was when he pulled out his own stitches.
“Jesus, Kane, maybe you were brain damaged.” Steve yelled in the airport parking lot.
Ducking his head like a repentant school boy, Chris turned away to move to the driver’s side. Steve grabbed a belt loop and pulled him into a fierce hug.
“You’re still beautiful to me, even when you’re an idiot.”
When Rosalee called to say Steve was in the hospital, Chris dropped everything and got on the first plane to Vegas.
Seeing the swollen face, he nearly panicked until Rosalee and Darren explained Steve’d had an allergic reaction to a spider bite.
“How the fuck did a spider get on his face?” Chris growled.
“I didn’t get the whole story before the drugs knocked him out, but something about his room, cobwebs, and allergies.” Darren soothed.
“Shit.” Chris scrubbed his hands over his face.
“The doctor said he could go home tomorrow if the swelling was gone, but he’d be in a lot of pain.” Rosalee added.
“I gotta fly back tomorrow mornin’.” Chris dropped his voice low, though Steve was still sleeping. “Git ‘im to me as soon as ya can?” He drawled.
“Sure, man. He’s not going to like it.” Darren grinned.
“He’ll be so fuckin’ high on painkillers you can jist pour ‘im in the seat.” Chris settled in the chair by the bed. “Why don’t ya’ll git some rest? I’ll sit with ‘im ‘til I have to leave.”
“Call if there’s any change.” Rosalee prompted.
“Sure.” Chris paused before grabbing Darren’s arm.
“Thanks, man.” He looked at Steve then back to the couple. “I owe ya. Anything you need…you call me.” His voice was rough with emotion.
With a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the back, they were alone.
Steve woke a couple hours later shocked to see the dark head pressed against his hip.
“Chris?” The voice was slurred.
“Hey.” He raised his head. “How ya doin’?” He blinked a few times to clear his mind. “Better let ‘em know you’re awake.” He stood to find a nurse.
Steve caught his hand. “Why are you here?” He rasped.
Chris schooled his face to hide his hurt before he turned back to his lover. “You’re in the hospital—where else would I be?”
Steve couldn’t seem to find an answer so Chris left to find a nurse.
The chirp of his phone’s alarm woke Chris the next morning. Rubbing the kink out of his neck, then throwing some water on his face, he hoped he could grab another nap on the plane.
He checked Steve one more time. His face was looking better. The swelling was down about half what it had been. He cupped the swollen face gently and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“You’re always be beautiful to me.” He whispered then turned to leave.
“Love, Chris.” Steve slurred in his sleep.
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