A/N: Long time no fic! So I've kind of had a bit of inspiration, and I'm finally (kind of) getting confidence back in my writing. I've started this, and I'm unsure on whether I should continue. Any feedback, critique and/or criticism will be greatly received. Thank you! Love CC xx
Christian entered the flat quietly, throwing his keys on the table after a few moments of fiddling with them.
"I was expecting you back ages ago". Syed bounded across the room, kissing him lightly on the face. "I'll just reheat dinner, and we can sit down to eat. We better be quick though, the movie starts at 9.30".
"Er, I'm not hungry".
An unsure smile passed Syed's face. "Not hungry? You've been training all day babe." A silent moment passed. "Is everything alright"?
Christian walked to the sofa, climbed over it before flopping onto it.
"Yeah, everything's great. Life's brilliant. Did you know that a solution to global warming has been found today? Oh, and poverty's solved because us rich 1st world countries decided to stop being so greedy, and yup, you guessed it, we're no longer in a world recession". Sarcasm dripped through.
"So, just a normal day then? Dinner's on the table if you want to join me". Without another word, Syed walked over to the table, and sat down to eat.
Syed ate in silence, pondering over what could be on Christian's mind. Clearly he wasn't ready to talk about it, but Syed couldn't figure it out. Normally he was the one with the problems. It definitely wasn't his birthday, or their anniversary so it's not like Syed had forgotten an important date. He had an inkling that Christian wasn't angry at him, so maybe it was something to do with his family? It couldn't be them either, because they'd settled into an uneasy truce of some sort.
Picking up his dishes, he headed over to the kitchen and began cleaning up. He could hear the shower was no longer running and knew Christian would be out shortly. Sure enough, the door opened and Christian came out wearing nothing but a towel. Syed didn't turn to him, but even from the corner of his eye, he could see the smooth back of his partner. A small smile crept across his lips.
Christian retreated into the spare room, and returned shortly, wearing a tight blue teal coloured shirt and jeans. The shirt clung to his body, defining his body. He sat on the sofa with his feet up and switched the telly off. Pulling his legs into his body, he placed a cushion on his lap, and buried his face in.
Syed watched him, from the kitchen. He sighed quietly, picked up a mug of hot chocolate and placed it on the table in front of Christian. Walking around the back of the sofa, he stood behind Christian and gently began massaging his shoulders. A blissful sigh left Christian's lips.
"You looked stressed".
Christian didn't say anything, only bringing a hand up to Syed's squeezing it. Acknowledging Syed's gesture.
Syed leant over, sliding his head next's to Christian, kissing him on the neck.
"Ready to talk"?
A single nod in return. Syed flung his legs over the sofa, placing himself next to his fiance. Slowly but surely, Christian lifted his face, until he had eye contact. He gazed into Syed's eyes, trying to decipher them, but only received a questioning look back. Any traces of worry were hidden well.
"You know that I love you, don't you?"
Syed nodded slowly. Moments of silence passed, and eventually Syed spoke, unable to cope much longer with the silent.
"Christian, you're starting to scare me".
"I .." A hesitant paused. " I.. received a call today"…