For Meadow because you deserve this. I will write anything you ask of me, dear.
Next: Sensual. I need to get to work.
Pairings: Pillar. Ryoma/Tezuka. Man, I never thought I'd type that. :L
Warnings: Nothing.
Will you be there to chase the nightmares away?
Tezuka sighed as he locked the door behind him. It'd been a stressful time of business deals and reports on his desk that couldn't be left another day, much less another second. He put his briefcase down then headed toward the kitchen in hopes he wouldn't wake Ryoma up. His husband was an incredibly light sleeper.
He stopped when, through the darkness of the room, he saw Ryoma sitting on the floor. His hair was falling over the back of his hands and- was he shaking?
"Ryoma."
All it took was that one utterance and there was sobbing. Tezuka fell down on the floor beside the younger man and wrapped his arms around him. He could feel the tremors, an earthquake running through the petite body. Something wounded was buried inside Ryoma and he looked like he was trying to stop the bleeding.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do, but he murmured light assurances. Things your parents said to you whenever you were hurt. Even if it might not have been true. "It's all right. It's going be okay."
"Is it? I'm so tired."
Tezuka just gripped tighter and shoulders sagged in his hold. What could he say? How could he fix this? "Is there anything I can do?"
Ryoma shook his head, but there was a wet sniffle that made his heart ache. "I can't sleep."
"I could make you some tea." He offered and Ryoma laughed in a soft sort of way that he'd only heard a handful of times.
"I don't think that's going to help, Kuni."
They sat there for a few minutes in silence. His husband's voice had sounded strained, resigned. Just how long had the insomnia been going on? And why hadn't he noticed? Tezuka started, then. Because he'd realized that he usually came home late then slept like the dead through the night. It was obvious he'd just never had a chance to notice.
He ran a hand through the dark hair in front of him, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of the tile beneath him. "Do you have bad dreams?"
Ryoma's body tensed. "Yes."
"Liebling," Tezuka said because maybe he didn't do it often enough. He wasn't one for words but he would be if he had to, for Ryoma. "I'll be there."
-If you want me.
The weight in his lap disappeared and feet padded across the floor. Lights flickered on. He stared at his husband who stared right back. It was a just a moment of gold melting into amber and he could see it- yes, right there.
I'll always want you.
Then, they were turning away and he was getting up to boil water (because Ryoma would always find some way to burn things if he got a chance) while his husband grabbed the morning paper so they could work (argue) out the crossword. And if they had to do this every night for the rest of their lives it would be okay.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
I could have a field day with Briefcase-Suit wearing!Tezuka.