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11.28.2012 , 07:26 PM |
Because "Home is where the heart is" and I hope you weren't expecting anything nice and fluffy and I can't finish this tonight otherwise I'll melt into a sobbing pile of emotion. You're warned.
(TW: Mention of abuse, no detail.)
Squashed awkwardly against the wall and with the scents of sweat and whiskey filling his nose, Broan was content to let this moment last. One arm was wrapped around Rochester's chest and the other was under the pillow, slowly going numb. He shifted and pulled Rochester closer, nuzzling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Mm, I missed this." Rochester sighed and squeezed his hand.
Rochester rolled over, his t-shirt catching on the more ornate parts of Broan's robes. He wanted so badly to kiss the man.
"You don't sound terribly convinced."
Broan looked down. His one free hand was held by both of Rochester's, a mixture of peach, tan and red flowing over his own mottled green skin. He sighed, feeling his breath wash over his fingers. No doubt, that Rochester felt it as well.
"I've just been thinking about what you said," He closed his and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "I haven't... I've never... did I ever... force you to...?" He felt sick at the very thought of it. Broan was suddenly very glad to be lying down as his head began to spin wildly.
"No. Never. Don't even think that you did." Rochester embraced him then, holding him close and tight.
"Don't be, you never did anything wrong, I mean it," Rochester gripped Broan just a little tighter, taking strength from the other man's presence. "I've been used and hurt before. You never hurt me, you've never used me, you're different. I love you. I still love you."
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