Rating: PG (because I'm paranoid)
Characters: Sebastian, Nick (because who else?)
Summary: On a winter's day, Nick finds himself distracted so he decides to spread the disease around. But that's alright because Sebastian has the cure. Nickbastian. One shot.
Warnings: None :)
A/N: Written from Nick's POV. I'm thinking of expanding this into an (original fiction) series of shorts, not unlike my Second Chance verse, but I want some more thoughts from people. At the moment, it's going to be about a young couple who are starting out in a big city and how their lives change over the course of a year or so. Does the no names work or is it confusing? Any ideas you have would be well appreciated. Enjoy :)
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BETTER THAN A CARDIGAN:
I watch him from across the apartment, the watery winter sunlight streaming in through the windows. He's sat hunched over a pile of books, searching for answers again. Always on the case, always solving problems. His head moving ever-so-slightly as, presumably, his green eyes flit back and forth across pages, turning a pencil over and over in his hand as he smudges the words on his notepad.
I tug my sleeves down and wrap my cardigan around me as I get to my feet, my own books falling onto the couch. I shuffle across the floorboards, my socks slippery and making my footsteps almost inaudible. But he's too absorbed in his work to notice me approaching him.
Standing behind him, I peer over his shoulder to see the myriad notes and diagrams and sketches scattered across his desk. I wind my arms around his neck and shoulders, feeling as he tenses before relaxes. With a soft sigh, he lets his pencil drop onto the table and he leans back into my embrace. I breathe him in, smiling at the warmth of his back against my chest. I commit it to memory before turning and pressing a soft kiss to one of the freckles on his cheek.
"Are you trying to distract me?" he asks. His warm breath blows across my arm, through the thin material of my cardigan and I smile as I hook my chin over his shoulder.
"Nah, just wanted a cuddle."
"You're wonderful."
"You're warm."
He chuckles and reaches up to squeeze my hand, his soft brown hair tickling my cheek. On this icy winter day, I commit everything to memory. The way his shoulders dig into my arms and the softness of him. How he kisses the back of my hand while I breathe in the muskiness of his deodorant. The roughness of his woollen jumper and the starchiness of his shirt collar. Everything to memory. Except the look in his eyes.
I pull away before moving to lean against the desk, watching him with a soft smile. His green eyes peer up at me and I can't resist reaching out to touch his cheek, smoothing my thumb across his cheekbone. He's so sweet and I want to keep him forever. His hand finds my waist and pulls me into his lap, our lips finding each other's as my arms wind around his neck again. I feel close to him and can almost hear the plucked guitar string riff that would play if our life was a movie.
I pull away one more time and smile as his green eyes light up with his smile. He pushes some of the hair out of my face and I know I'll remember this forever. I commit it to memory, one more time, before falling into his embrace as he rubs my back and strokes my hair. A little warmth from him on a winter's day is better than any cardigan could be.
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A/N: So yeah, please let me know what you think :) Don't be afraid to be ruthless – any tiny little thought you might have may open a world of possibilities for me so I implore you to give me feedback :) This is also on tumblr in my tagged/writing if you want to check it out over there. Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day :) –Em xoxo