disclaimer - fic is mine, characters are not.
i had a good evening. so here is a fluffy drabble.
Drabble the Twenty-seventh, cause the world needs more Havoc/Fury fluff.
Sometimes things just kind of…worked out, even when the participants didn't know there was anything to be worked out. There hadn't been much build up, an introduction, sitting and chatting after work, getting tired, one leaning on the other…
And then the realization that was too tired to move, more than that…too comfortable. Hands trailed slowly, almost tentatively through his eternally mussed black hair, muttering an apology as a tangle snagged. Cain Fury inhaled deeply, taking in the stillness of the moment. He hadn't realized he was lonely, not really, not until that breath. It had taken that one thoughtless lean to the side, shifting his weight against the wiry form of Jean Havoc, that contact, to quietly inform him he had been missing something.
It had also occurred to him, a heartbeat later, that perhaps the sentiment was not shared. That was when a hand had awkwardly clasped his own, squeezed once, then held on lightly.
That was all the affirmation he needed. Cain had settled more comfortably against his companion, sighed in a content happiness as he had felt Jean start that uncertain stroking through his unruly hair.
It was a shame when it became late enough that both had to admit it was time to get out of the office, empty as it was apart from them, else they would be next to worthless at work the following day. They had hugged with an unfamiliar sort of lingering touch, not at all the utilitarian pats on the back they were used to. Jean had been whistling when he wandered off his own way, and Cain had been tingling with a pleasant warmth. They might have been groggy the next day, but they were smiling.
a/n - it is 4am...i will respond to all the awesome comments in the next drabble. too tired to be coherent much right now!