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Feb. 15th, 2011 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ofvanityI have been pretty AWOL in the course of the past few months. Which doesn't go to say that I haven't been writing, because I have. I just never have the chance or temerity to pull that stuff on up here. Granted, I've been working on a 25k monster baby that pretty much monopolizes my life and drives me crazy but, hey. Either way, today I come bearing gifts. Beautiful gifts that I'm pretty proud of. And by gifts, I mean fic. And by proud, I mean smug. =D
The first of which, is a drabble. :D
Title: Hello, Angel
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ofvanity
Pairings: Cobb/Saito
Word Count: 845
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Flufffs and stuffs. (:
Disclaimers: I claim no ownership of the bountiful Inception kingdom nor of it's beautiful rulers, (i.e., King Nolan, Prince Arthur, etc, etc.). I am merely a peasant.
Summary: It’s mostly an accident that Dom wakes up at three in the morning that night.
It’s mostly an accident that Dom wakes up at three in the morning that night. Okay, yeah, there’s a reason that he put baby monitors in James and Phillipa's rooms, but they arrived a few days earlier than Amazon said they would. Thus, he woke with a start when he heard the staticky sobs over the frequency. It took him only a split second to distinguish the cry before he bolted out of the bedroom.
Saito, accustomed to such bolting, hardly stirred.
In James’ room, the nightlight casts glowing shadows against his face. Dom wasted no time, scooping James into his arms and pushing the blond hair out of his eyes. The shadows crossed his vision as they moved in empty patterns on the opposite wall. Dom rocked him back and forth until James’ hearty sobs died into a faint gurgle of sleep noises.
For Dom, it made sense to have baby monitors in their rooms. It calmed the deepest worries that fluttered in his chest. Two weeks ago, waking up for a late night bathroom break, he walked by Phillipa’s room and heard her crying, quietly. Just quietly. Yet, loud enough that they stirred the silence of the house.
Her breathing was in soft hitched gasps and her fingernails blushing red with white knuckles as she gripped her pillows, mercilessly. Dom hesitated only for a second before he crossed the room in three strides. He bent over her bed and curled her hair behind her ear. He already knows but he asks anyway, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? What is it?”
Her eyes are wet with anguish and her face is flushed with grief. She throws herself into Dom’s open arms, sobbing louder now, “Daddy.”
Dom’s chest tightens, “What’s wrong, Pippa? What’s the matter?”
Her voice is strained and whispered but he doesn’t miss a vowel of it. All she says is, all she needs to say. “Mommy.”
Even after Dom pulls them all into his bed for that night, he can’t sleep. It strikes him he had no idea this had been happening. Much less, for how long.
He orders baby monitors. Phillipa fights it, offended at the idea. But when he catches her a second time, he decides her opinion is irrelevant. There’s no way in hell he’ll continue to allow this to happen.
-
When he gets back to his own room, the bed is empty. It only bothers him for a minute before the bathroom door opens and Saito crosses the room and pushes his hands into Dom’s hair. Dom closes his eyes and sighs.
Saito presses his forehead against Dom’s and touches their lips together. It’s warm but heatless and Dom pulls his body against his by the waist. A few kisses pass and Saito stops, instead rubbing his fingers into Dom’s scalp, “How is James?”
Dom shakes his head a little, his voice is hoarse and pained and sticky with dry saliva, “I don’t know. He’s quiet for now, I’ll know more in the morning.”
Saito nods, “And you?”
Dom sighs, lips ghosting over Saito’s, “I’ve got a headache. I’ll feel better in the morning.”
“You take such good care of them.”
Dom shrugs with one shoulder, “I do my best.”
Saito rubs his fingers at the base of Dom’s skull, “But who takes care of you?” Saito kisses him again, slowly.
Dom takes it for what it is: an invitation to their bed. He runs his hands down Saito’s arms and pulls his hands until their fingers fold around each other. He presses another kiss to Saito’s bottom lip: take me to bed, babe. Put me away in the tiny tucked corners of our home.
Saito pulls away and leads Dom onto the bed. Their fingers dismantle and Dom lays his head on Saito’s chest, unbuttoning the shirt that’s found it’s way back to Saito’s body. “Is this my shirt?”
Saito nods, “Yes. I checked on Phillipa while you were gone. I didn’t think it wise to wander without one.”
Dom nods, pressing warm kisses to replace the once sealed buttons: thank you.
Saito shrugs the shirt off and lifts the shirt Dom is wearing over his head. Dom settles back into the sheets and Saito props himself up on his elbow and drums his fingers at the base of Dom’s sternum. Dom brings his hand back up and rubs Saito’s arm, affectionately. Saito lays his head against Dom’s shoulder. He brings his hand up and rubs it along the line of Dom’s brow. Dom groans, enraptured by the pressure that alleviates his pain.
Saito brushes his lips against Dom’s ear, “Sleep, Mr. Cobb. I will care for the children should they wake.”
Dom’s hand strokes over Saito’s bicep: thank you.
Saito grazes his teeth over the shell of Dom’s ear: sleep. Let me fill the hollows of your space with my endless world. Sleep.
Saito tucks himself into Dom and rubs the crease of pain in his brow until it relaxes. Until he breathes deep and exhales from the bottom of his chest. Until he sleeps.
The first of which, is a drabble. :D
Title: Hello, Angel
Author:
ofvanity Pairings: Cobb/Saito
Word Count: 845
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Flufffs and stuffs. (:
Disclaimers: I claim no ownership of the bountiful Inception kingdom nor of it's beautiful rulers, (i.e., King Nolan, Prince Arthur, etc, etc.). I am merely a peasant.
Summary: It’s mostly an accident that Dom wakes up at three in the morning that night.
It’s mostly an accident that Dom wakes up at three in the morning that night. Okay, yeah, there’s a reason that he put baby monitors in James and Phillipa's rooms, but they arrived a few days earlier than Amazon said they would. Thus, he woke with a start when he heard the staticky sobs over the frequency. It took him only a split second to distinguish the cry before he bolted out of the bedroom.
Saito, accustomed to such bolting, hardly stirred.
In James’ room, the nightlight casts glowing shadows against his face. Dom wasted no time, scooping James into his arms and pushing the blond hair out of his eyes. The shadows crossed his vision as they moved in empty patterns on the opposite wall. Dom rocked him back and forth until James’ hearty sobs died into a faint gurgle of sleep noises.
For Dom, it made sense to have baby monitors in their rooms. It calmed the deepest worries that fluttered in his chest. Two weeks ago, waking up for a late night bathroom break, he walked by Phillipa’s room and heard her crying, quietly. Just quietly. Yet, loud enough that they stirred the silence of the house.
Her breathing was in soft hitched gasps and her fingernails blushing red with white knuckles as she gripped her pillows, mercilessly. Dom hesitated only for a second before he crossed the room in three strides. He bent over her bed and curled her hair behind her ear. He already knows but he asks anyway, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? What is it?”
Her eyes are wet with anguish and her face is flushed with grief. She throws herself into Dom’s open arms, sobbing louder now, “Daddy.”
Dom’s chest tightens, “What’s wrong, Pippa? What’s the matter?”
Her voice is strained and whispered but he doesn’t miss a vowel of it. All she says is, all she needs to say. “Mommy.”
Even after Dom pulls them all into his bed for that night, he can’t sleep. It strikes him he had no idea this had been happening. Much less, for how long.
He orders baby monitors. Phillipa fights it, offended at the idea. But when he catches her a second time, he decides her opinion is irrelevant. There’s no way in hell he’ll continue to allow this to happen.
-
When he gets back to his own room, the bed is empty. It only bothers him for a minute before the bathroom door opens and Saito crosses the room and pushes his hands into Dom’s hair. Dom closes his eyes and sighs.
Saito presses his forehead against Dom’s and touches their lips together. It’s warm but heatless and Dom pulls his body against his by the waist. A few kisses pass and Saito stops, instead rubbing his fingers into Dom’s scalp, “How is James?”
Dom shakes his head a little, his voice is hoarse and pained and sticky with dry saliva, “I don’t know. He’s quiet for now, I’ll know more in the morning.”
Saito nods, “And you?”
Dom sighs, lips ghosting over Saito’s, “I’ve got a headache. I’ll feel better in the morning.”
“You take such good care of them.”
Dom shrugs with one shoulder, “I do my best.”
Saito rubs his fingers at the base of Dom’s skull, “But who takes care of you?” Saito kisses him again, slowly.
Dom takes it for what it is: an invitation to their bed. He runs his hands down Saito’s arms and pulls his hands until their fingers fold around each other. He presses another kiss to Saito’s bottom lip: take me to bed, babe. Put me away in the tiny tucked corners of our home.
Saito pulls away and leads Dom onto the bed. Their fingers dismantle and Dom lays his head on Saito’s chest, unbuttoning the shirt that’s found it’s way back to Saito’s body. “Is this my shirt?”
Saito nods, “Yes. I checked on Phillipa while you were gone. I didn’t think it wise to wander without one.”
Dom nods, pressing warm kisses to replace the once sealed buttons: thank you.
Saito shrugs the shirt off and lifts the shirt Dom is wearing over his head. Dom settles back into the sheets and Saito props himself up on his elbow and drums his fingers at the base of Dom’s sternum. Dom brings his hand back up and rubs Saito’s arm, affectionately. Saito lays his head against Dom’s shoulder. He brings his hand up and rubs it along the line of Dom’s brow. Dom groans, enraptured by the pressure that alleviates his pain.
Saito brushes his lips against Dom’s ear, “Sleep, Mr. Cobb. I will care for the children should they wake.”
Dom’s hand strokes over Saito’s bicep: thank you.
Saito grazes his teeth over the shell of Dom’s ear: sleep. Let me fill the hollows of your space with my endless world. Sleep.
Saito tucks himself into Dom and rubs the crease of pain in his brow until it relaxes. Until he breathes deep and exhales from the bottom of his chest. Until he sleeps.
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Date: 2011-02-16 03:12 am (UTC)