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rainbowfic2013-06-15 09:54 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-15 09:54 pm
Fuzzy Wuzzy 8 - Sculpture - Reimaging - Retouch – Oils
Name: Kana
Title: Massage
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Fuzzy Wuzzy 8 Shoulder Massage
Supplies and Styles: Sculpture - Reimaging - Retouch – Oils (Why do these things keep happening?)
Word count: 533
Rating: PG
Summary: Freya can’t sleep
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
For the tenth time in five minutes, Freya turns around. Sighing softly. Her eyes are closed and she balls her hands to fists.
"What's the matter?"
His soft whisper next to her ear while he puts his arm over her belly, snuggling close to her side. She had hoped she hadn't woken him up with tossing and turning like that.
"Sorry. Did I wake you up?"
She feels how he shakes his head against her shoulder.
"No, not really. Wasn't really sleeping yet."
Once more she turns around, facing him. His arm shifts so he can still hold her and she lets her own hand rest on his hip.
"What's wrong?"
Freya hides her face against his chest, placing a gentle kiss there where his heart beats.
"I can't sleep."
Of course she is stating the obvious, she knows. As she also knows he is not going to be satisfied with that answer.
"Freya..."
Smiling she kisses his chest again.
"It hurts."
She knows exactly how he will react to that so she quickly continues.
"My entire body. Everything hurts. It's..."
She wants to go on, reassure him, but he moves so he can look at her. Place his hand on her cheek, his thumb on her lips, effectively cutting her off.
The look in his eyes... She knows he tries to conceal it, knows he knows how much she hates it. But it is still there. The pity. The worry. Even pain.
She hides herself back in his embrace, trying to hold back the tears, knowing they'll escape at some point anyhow. "It's not fair. Why does it all hurt so much?"
His hands gently rub her back, drawing circles. It makes her sigh and shudder slightly.
"Did it hurt?"
Gentle concern. Relieved when he feels her shake her head.
Carefully he turns her onto her belly, ignoring her surprised and questioning look. He pushes himself up from the mattress, setting himself beside her, letting his hands move gently over her back. Massaging her shoulders and neck. He smiles when she moans softly, knowing exactly the amount of pressure she can take for the moment.
"I'm sorry Nick."
For a second she can feel his hands stop. He continues when he replies. "Why?"
A soft sigh escapes her.
"Because I don't do anything else but complaining these past weeks. Months. There is always something. I'm always tired. And then the pain. When is the last time you've seen me smile?"
Nick stops again. Making sure she looks at him before speaking up.
"Don't apologise for that. Don't you dare apologise for that. I know how hard this is on you. Hell, I'd be ten times worse than you are... I don't mind Freya. You should know by now. You really should know by now. Because I understand. I really do."
She shakes her head, wanting to argue again, but she swallows the words when she sees the look in his eyes. It almost makes her smile.
"Damn you."
A soft whisper. Nick raises his eyebrows when he hears it.
"I love you Nick. So fucking much..."
Smiling he leans over her, continuing the massage, whispering in her ear, "Try to sleep."
Title: Massage
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Fuzzy Wuzzy 8 Shoulder Massage
Supplies and Styles: Sculpture - Reimaging - Retouch – Oils (Why do these things keep happening?)
Word count: 533
Rating: PG
Summary: Freya can’t sleep
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
For the tenth time in five minutes, Freya turns around. Sighing softly. Her eyes are closed and she balls her hands to fists.
"What's the matter?"
His soft whisper next to her ear while he puts his arm over her belly, snuggling close to her side. She had hoped she hadn't woken him up with tossing and turning like that.
"Sorry. Did I wake you up?"
She feels how he shakes his head against her shoulder.
"No, not really. Wasn't really sleeping yet."
Once more she turns around, facing him. His arm shifts so he can still hold her and she lets her own hand rest on his hip.
"What's wrong?"
Freya hides her face against his chest, placing a gentle kiss there where his heart beats.
"I can't sleep."
Of course she is stating the obvious, she knows. As she also knows he is not going to be satisfied with that answer.
"Freya..."
Smiling she kisses his chest again.
"It hurts."
She knows exactly how he will react to that so she quickly continues.
"My entire body. Everything hurts. It's..."
She wants to go on, reassure him, but he moves so he can look at her. Place his hand on her cheek, his thumb on her lips, effectively cutting her off.
The look in his eyes... She knows he tries to conceal it, knows he knows how much she hates it. But it is still there. The pity. The worry. Even pain.
She hides herself back in his embrace, trying to hold back the tears, knowing they'll escape at some point anyhow. "It's not fair. Why does it all hurt so much?"
His hands gently rub her back, drawing circles. It makes her sigh and shudder slightly.
"Did it hurt?"
Gentle concern. Relieved when he feels her shake her head.
Carefully he turns her onto her belly, ignoring her surprised and questioning look. He pushes himself up from the mattress, setting himself beside her, letting his hands move gently over her back. Massaging her shoulders and neck. He smiles when she moans softly, knowing exactly the amount of pressure she can take for the moment.
"I'm sorry Nick."
For a second she can feel his hands stop. He continues when he replies. "Why?"
A soft sigh escapes her.
"Because I don't do anything else but complaining these past weeks. Months. There is always something. I'm always tired. And then the pain. When is the last time you've seen me smile?"
Nick stops again. Making sure she looks at him before speaking up.
"Don't apologise for that. Don't you dare apologise for that. I know how hard this is on you. Hell, I'd be ten times worse than you are... I don't mind Freya. You should know by now. You really should know by now. Because I understand. I really do."
She shakes her head, wanting to argue again, but she swallows the words when she sees the look in his eyes. It almost makes her smile.
"Damn you."
A soft whisper. Nick raises his eyebrows when he hears it.
"I love you Nick. So fucking much..."
Smiling he leans over her, continuing the massage, whispering in her ear, "Try to sleep."
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Don't you dare apologising for that
I think you mean "apologise?"
no subject
Yes, thank you! I've corrected it. ^^