Into the Mist, 8 / ?
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raynedanserwritesTitle: Into the Mist
Chapter 8 / ?
Fandom: popslash AU
Pairing: Lambs
Rating: R
Author’s Notes: Don’t know ‘em, but they’re fun to play with sometimes.
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Eventually Lance’s quiet murmur faded into sleep and his breaths evened out. Justin lay in the safety of his arms for a long time, listening as the sounds around them settled down into their own rhythm. The young ones above were shielding weakly tonight, he could still feel them. Justin also knew that they were done for a time until the cut Lance had received was healed.
It wasn’t like this was the first time Lance had gotten hurt or anything. He had many smaller, faded scars on his torso and arms. So why was Justin reacting stronger than usual this time? Maybe it was just because this was the first time in a while. Or maybe it was because he felt disoriented already because of their shift to Underground. Or maybe it was because it was the worst cut Lance had received yet. Or maybe it was all of it rolled into one. Justin may be able to hold his own with the uglies, but Lance was what grounded him and kept him together.
Without Lance… Justin shuddered. Best not to go there.
Justin rolled onto his side, snuggled in tight against Lance and rested his head on Lance’s shoulder. Lance’s breathing hitched a moment before evening out again. At first, Justin counted the various scars with his eyes. Some were thin and tiny, others longer with thicker lines where the flesh came back together messily. Better than not at all, Justin thought. He stared at the longest one, where it started above Lance’s left nipple and crossed down to the other side of Lance’s abdomen. This one, Justin knew, was more recent than the other scars. It was a nice, even pink line. The others were more jagged, tracking his experience in doctoring Lance.
He reached out, his hand hovering over Lance’s chest as it rose and fell. Like he had so many other times, he watched before touching, taking comfort from the even pattern of Lance’s breaths. Justin leaned on his elbow, still watching Lance, but his gaze was now on Lance’s face as it looked calm and peaceful in sleep. The way his lips were parted slightly as his jaw relaxed, his eyelashes soft against his cheek.
Justin lightly traced the line of Lance’s jaw, following another faint scar with his fingertip at the same time. He smiled. That had been a fun one to clean up and had kept Lance quiet – mostly – for a couple of days, anyway. Now Justin looked at the arm closest to him, the one with the tell-tale red mark that would be Lance’s newest scar. It was long and a little deep, deeper than most of the others Lance had received in the past.
As Justin always did when Lance had gotten hurt, he touched. The scars, the injury, though very carefully, the still unblemished skin. He touched with his eyes and his fingertips, reassuring himself that Lance was there, for the most part unscathed, and still breathing. And when the touching was no longer enough, Justin kissed and licked, tracing Lance’s scars with his tongue, touching and grounding himself with his hand on Lance’s hip as he did. Eventually, Justin would push into Lance, long steady strokes that promised him that yes, they were still alive and yes, they would do this another day. It was always the same – the staring, the touching, the fucking – a rhythm and pattern that Justin could take comfort in its predictability each and every time.
And later, when they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and Lance was curled up behind Justin, it was another pattern that comforted Justin as Lance smoothed his palm up and down Justin’s arm. He spoke in that smooth, quiet voice of his. Neither ever knew what he said, it was never important. As always, it was just the voice, calm and steady and reassuring in Justin’s ear, using the tone that Lance knew would always calm Justin and bring him peace, gradually bringing him closer to the edge of sleep.
Chapter 8 / ?
Fandom: popslash AU
Pairing: Lambs
Rating: R
Author’s Notes: Don’t know ‘em, but they’re fun to play with sometimes.
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Eventually Lance’s quiet murmur faded into sleep and his breaths evened out. Justin lay in the safety of his arms for a long time, listening as the sounds around them settled down into their own rhythm. The young ones above were shielding weakly tonight, he could still feel them. Justin also knew that they were done for a time until the cut Lance had received was healed.
It wasn’t like this was the first time Lance had gotten hurt or anything. He had many smaller, faded scars on his torso and arms. So why was Justin reacting stronger than usual this time? Maybe it was just because this was the first time in a while. Or maybe it was because he felt disoriented already because of their shift to Underground. Or maybe it was because it was the worst cut Lance had received yet. Or maybe it was all of it rolled into one. Justin may be able to hold his own with the uglies, but Lance was what grounded him and kept him together.
Without Lance… Justin shuddered. Best not to go there.
Justin rolled onto his side, snuggled in tight against Lance and rested his head on Lance’s shoulder. Lance’s breathing hitched a moment before evening out again. At first, Justin counted the various scars with his eyes. Some were thin and tiny, others longer with thicker lines where the flesh came back together messily. Better than not at all, Justin thought. He stared at the longest one, where it started above Lance’s left nipple and crossed down to the other side of Lance’s abdomen. This one, Justin knew, was more recent than the other scars. It was a nice, even pink line. The others were more jagged, tracking his experience in doctoring Lance.
He reached out, his hand hovering over Lance’s chest as it rose and fell. Like he had so many other times, he watched before touching, taking comfort from the even pattern of Lance’s breaths. Justin leaned on his elbow, still watching Lance, but his gaze was now on Lance’s face as it looked calm and peaceful in sleep. The way his lips were parted slightly as his jaw relaxed, his eyelashes soft against his cheek.
Justin lightly traced the line of Lance’s jaw, following another faint scar with his fingertip at the same time. He smiled. That had been a fun one to clean up and had kept Lance quiet – mostly – for a couple of days, anyway. Now Justin looked at the arm closest to him, the one with the tell-tale red mark that would be Lance’s newest scar. It was long and a little deep, deeper than most of the others Lance had received in the past.
As Justin always did when Lance had gotten hurt, he touched. The scars, the injury, though very carefully, the still unblemished skin. He touched with his eyes and his fingertips, reassuring himself that Lance was there, for the most part unscathed, and still breathing. And when the touching was no longer enough, Justin kissed and licked, tracing Lance’s scars with his tongue, touching and grounding himself with his hand on Lance’s hip as he did. Eventually, Justin would push into Lance, long steady strokes that promised him that yes, they were still alive and yes, they would do this another day. It was always the same – the staring, the touching, the fucking – a rhythm and pattern that Justin could take comfort in its predictability each and every time.
And later, when they were both covered in a light sheen of sweat and Lance was curled up behind Justin, it was another pattern that comforted Justin as Lance smoothed his palm up and down Justin’s arm. He spoke in that smooth, quiet voice of his. Neither ever knew what he said, it was never important. As always, it was just the voice, calm and steady and reassuring in Justin’s ear, using the tone that Lance knew would always calm Justin and bring him peace, gradually bringing him closer to the edge of sleep.
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Date: 2006-07-16 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 03:56 pm (UTC)Thanks hon. I can't remember... But the other chapters are here... somewhere.
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Date: 2006-07-16 11:59 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying it. :D
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Date: 2006-07-17 12:00 am (UTC)Very nice.
I like the little glimpses into your SDarkB world. Epic stories are lovely too, but something about this one is just great to see in bits and pieces. I think that makes it very much fit as a "comfort" fic.
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Date: 2006-07-17 12:03 am (UTC)Thank you!
I think that makes it very much fit as a "comfort" fic.
What cracked me up about this chapter, now that I look back on it, is that Lance is the one that is hurt, but in the end, he's comforting Justin. Is there such a thing as reverse comfort fic? :D
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Date: 2006-07-17 07:26 am (UTC)You just wrote one, lol.
But seriously, that's part of the beauty of a h/c fic. If it's a true pairing, then they love each other, so if one hurts the other does too, because their love is hurt. The comfort is mutual, and should be.
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Date: 2006-07-17 01:58 pm (UTC)*smooshes you*
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Date: 2006-07-18 10:23 pm (UTC)Do you think you could change the number in the subject line for the
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