Cry, Take Two
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+M through R › Red vs. Blue
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Adult +
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7
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Red vs Blue does not belong to me, sadly, nor do I make any money from this writing.
7
Grif smiled up at the ceiling. The door creaked open slowly, light creeping in. He saw the silhouette before the door was shut once more. Grif moved closer to the wall, making room for his visitor.
“Hey.” Church whispered.
“I wasn’t sure if you were coming.”
Church tentatively placed an experimental kiss on Grif’s forehead. “Silly red.”
Grif nestled beneath the covers, Church carefully holding him. Grif couldn’t help the silly smile on his face.
The blue was whispering to him under his breath- Grif supposed it was not dire, as he could barely hear him.
“Church?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.”
Church brushed brown hair away from the tan face beside him. “For what?” he asked softly.
“For…” Putting me back together. “For coming over.”
Church nodded before remembering that Grif could barely see him. “Of course.”
Grif closed his eyes. He didn’t want to sleep when everything was so peaceful. That would just be a waste. He could feel Church’s every breath, warm air wafting through his hair. Church snaked an arm beneath Grif, hands meeting on his back.
He had so missed being held. He wanted to be able to get through the night, not dread an empty bed in an empty room in a base of people he mostly disliked. Here he could escape from all of that, from the C.O. he’d have to face in the morning, from the spars with the biggest kiss-ass he ever met, from a rookie he wanted nothing to do with.
Church took him away from all of that without a thought.
“Will you come tomorrow too?” Grif mumbled against Church’s chest.
Church murmured sleepily. “As long as you want me to.”
Grif hoped -knew- that would be a long, long time.
“Hey.” Church whispered.
“I wasn’t sure if you were coming.”
Church tentatively placed an experimental kiss on Grif’s forehead. “Silly red.”
Grif nestled beneath the covers, Church carefully holding him. Grif couldn’t help the silly smile on his face.
The blue was whispering to him under his breath- Grif supposed it was not dire, as he could barely hear him.
“Church?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.”
Church brushed brown hair away from the tan face beside him. “For what?” he asked softly.
“For…” Putting me back together. “For coming over.”
Church nodded before remembering that Grif could barely see him. “Of course.”
Grif closed his eyes. He didn’t want to sleep when everything was so peaceful. That would just be a waste. He could feel Church’s every breath, warm air wafting through his hair. Church snaked an arm beneath Grif, hands meeting on his back.
He had so missed being held. He wanted to be able to get through the night, not dread an empty bed in an empty room in a base of people he mostly disliked. Here he could escape from all of that, from the C.O. he’d have to face in the morning, from the spars with the biggest kiss-ass he ever met, from a rookie he wanted nothing to do with.
Church took him away from all of that without a thought.
“Will you come tomorrow too?” Grif mumbled against Church’s chest.
Church murmured sleepily. “As long as you want me to.”
Grif hoped -knew- that would be a long, long time.