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M!Courier/The King - Fools Rush In [1/1]
Date: 2011-12-19 11:46 pm (UTC)-------
There are these nights, when Viv feels tentative fingertips exploring the angles of his face and his sleep-addled brain crawls towards awareness and he realizes he's not dreaming. When he opens his eyes and sees the King studying him, something in his eyes that makes Viv's chest go tight. Every time he comes back home from some horrible suicide mission the King says over and over how grateful he is that the courier is still alive. But the way he's looking at him now drives it home a lot more than any of his little words can.
He rests his hand on Viv's neck, brushing a thumb over his jawline and just looking at him. They already spend so much time not sleeping in this bed, making love until they're exhausted and then just talking for hours after, always surprised when they realize the sun is coming up outside. There's just so much to say, things neither of them has ever really told anyone, stories rocketing around inside them that suddenly just need to get out. All the things they can't be too proud to say anymore, not with how utterly fucked the war is getting and how dangerous Viv's place in it is. But right now, Viv doesn't much feel like talking.
Viv presses flush against him, the King's arms wrapping around him without a breath of hesitation, just tugging him close as their lips meet. And there's something in the way the King is kissing him, the familiar need mingling with an unfamiliar desperation, his hold tight, hands in fists instead of wandering Viv's body like they usually do. Something he's been trying to say. Something he's too scared to say, because saying it will make it all that closer to real but it's been creeping into the great relieved exhales he gives every time he sees Viv walking back into the School, the quiet gusts of oh thank god that seep under his breath as he rises to meet him.
So Viv rolls his shoulders, the deathgrip on his body loosening self-consciously, and he brings his hands up, unfurling against the King's face, the backs of his fingers brushing against stubble and palms coming to rest on his cheeks as Viv murmurs the name he never says, the one the King almost didn't tell him, the one he reserves for moments like this when he needs to make something desperately clear. The King stills, and Viv kisses him again, slowly, softly, holding his face still and begging him to just feel, to just be here right now, not lost in some potential future he'd only curse himself for wasting time in if it were to actually come.
And the King melts under him, his hands wandering up the expanse of his back, and when he holds him this time Viv knows he's here. And they've got all the time in the world.