Learning To Dance In The Rain

Phil stared at the grey, almost black clouds, as a sense of unease washed over him, tremors shuddering through his hands. Oh God, please can you not, he prayed, sprinting as the first fat raindrops fell from the sky.

Phil was terrified of thunderstorms- as in, screaming, sobbing, nervous wreck terrified. He wasn't proud of it, but something about the flashes across the sky and the deep rolling bass made him want to curl up and hide for the rest of his life. The first strike crashed around him and he flinched, an involuntary whimper breaking it's way from his chest. He ran and ran and ran, panicked, frantic, breath hitching with sobs. Come on, Phil, you're a grown man! Why are you crying at a storm? But the 6 year old within him refused to accept this, and tears continued to streak down his face.

He kept running, muscles straining, not even trying to conceal his sobs anymore. The thunder was right on top of him, and as it rolled he bit is lip, trying to stop himself screaming. His shoe slipped on the wetness underfoot and he fell, hands reached out to break his fall. He landed awkwardly, grazing his palms and twisting his ankle, but got up regardless, limping slightly. All that mattered was getting out of this storm, this hideous monster of a storm, and getting home to Dan.

Dan heard Phil slam the door shut, and smiled, glad his boyfriend was back. He padded barefoot to the door, which Phil was leaning against, soaked through and out of breath. "Hey, you were a long time, did you decide it was easier to breed the cow than just buy milk?" Phil didn't respond- Dan noticed he was shaking. "Phil?"

Phil tilted his head up, tears falling thick and fast down his cheeks, eyes wide and terrified. Without a word he wrapped his arms round Dan's neck, and Dan held him tightly. "Phil, sweetheart? What's happened?"

"There's a st-st-storm outside," he whispered, whimpering. "D-Dan, I'm- I'm really sc-scared…" he was shivering so much he couldn't get the words out, but Dan understood.

"Ssh, sweetheart, I've got you, it's alright." He made soothing little noises in Phil's ear, trying to calm desperate, erratic breathing. "How about you go take a shower, and I'll make some tea? That sound like a good idea?" He felt Phil nod against his shoulder, and planted a feather-light kiss on his hair. "I love you."

Phil pulled away, managing a shaky smile for the first time that evening. "L-Love you too, Dan. I love you too"

Okay, waddya guys think? Not finished by the way, still another 2 chapters to go (3 is the magic number with me apparently), there will lots more fluff and -gasp- character development! So please review and follow like the beautiful, wonderful people you are (free lobster marriage for all reviewers) xoxoxo