Title: The Simple Things
Author: MercuryPheonix (Your Angel of Music)
Characters/Pairings: Christian/Syed
Rating: T
Summary: A series of ficlets written in response to the Domesticity Meme. Written in celebration of the little things that made Chryed so special.
A/N: Basically, this is a series of questions I've seen on tumblr that you can answer for the couples that you ship. I've developed these answers into ficlets for you. I hope you enjoy!
1. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?
Christian is the big spoon. Syed is the little spoon.
The circumstances don't matter. If they crawl into bed, eyelids heavy with sleep after another night of struggling with a teething Yasmin; if they collapse, tangled in the sheets with the echoes of breath and sweat pulsing through the air; if it's just quiet, serene, a moment of deep connection that they often lose in the hustle and bustle of their everyday lives – whatever happens, whatever has happened, Syed immediately shifts to his side, tugging Christian's arm around his waist as knees come up to tuck warmly behind his own.
They fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Christian's warm chest pressed against the smooth planes of Syed's back. The gentle hiss or quiet rasp of breath dancing through the hairs at the nape of Syed's neck. A firm hand, fingers spread out against Syed's stomach, a second coming up to blanket Christian's knuckles with his own. It's like a dance that they never needed to rehearse. A series of movements, folding together, thrumming on instinct that feels as old as the sky.
But the big spoon/little spoon dynamic shifts as the night draws on. It's as though Christian's protective veneer slips with unconsciousness; his body and limbs and soul seeking a comfort that, sometimes, he is afraid to ask for in the light of day.
Often Syed wakes on his back to find an arm sprawled across his torso, snaking up his trunk to end with a lightly curled fist on his sternum. It's not threatening, but clutching; rested next to a heavy head, as if Christian's dreams could only run to the cadence of Syed's heartbeat. And, just for that moment before the sun crashes through the blinds, Syed smiles – shifting slightly to better balance the weight of the man half-sprawled on top of him, carding fingers through short hair, letting the leg propped on his knee curl comfortably around his own as Christian curls in as tightly, as intimately, and as closely as he can without climbing into his skin.
So Christian's the big spoon. And Syed is the little spoon.
But, in the early hours of the morning, Syed knows they are something else.
Christian is the koala. And Syed is his tree.
I love Chryed so much. So this is a tribute to them. They may be leaving soon. But their impact will never leave.