Fic - GrandEcho - Kiss of Relief
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lady_mabwell it was the option of 'return from the dead/relief' and oh wow oh boy there's only so emo i can go, folks. So accept this for the less emo of the two, but still delightful, smooch options.
Echo wakes up with a start.
This isn’t the first time they’ve woken from nightmares. It won’t be the last.
They pull their knees up to their chest, press their forehead to their knees, and wheeze in lungful after lungful of air until the room stops tilting around them.
At their side, Grand wakes up with a snort, smacking his lips several times before mumbling, “What time is it…?”
“Early,” they say into their lap, hoping that their tone remains even. “Go back to sleep.”
The opposite of what they want happens, and Grand immediately sits upright at their side. “You had another nightmare.”
Echo turns their face away so they can stare at the darkness of the far wall. “It’s fine, go back to sleep.”
Grand doesn’t, though Echo can feel his presence behind them, warm and inviting. “Is it okay to touch you?” he asks, hesitantly.
“Give me another minute.”
They can feel him shift, listen to the sound of him getting out of bed--bare feet hitting the floor and shuffling into the bathroom. The light flares on, and the wall is illuminated by their shadow with a halo of gold before it shuts off. Grand returns with a glass of water and sets it on the bedside table before dropping back onto the mattress.
Echo shifts so they can lean into him. “It’s okay now,” they say, and his arm immediately curls around them.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Okay.”
They sit in comfortable silence, Grand working reassuring circles with the tips of his fingers into Echo’s shoulder blades. The weight of his hand pushes the lingering traces of the nightmare away, and they can feel themself finally begin to relax.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, fingers carding back through their hair.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
Grand shifts his arm around them, and they press into his side, tilting their chin up to kiss him. It’s soft, gentle, and floods Echo’s limbs with relief.
“Thank you,” they murmur against his lips, and in the darkness, they can just barely make out the fond smile he makes in return.
“Any time.”
They didn’t have the energy to follow that up with a joke (hopefully not any time, I don’t like having nightmares). Instead, they stretch their legs back out, unfurling from their curled up position.
The tips of their fingers catch onto the collar of Grand’s shirt and tug on it as they lie back down.
Grand swings his legs onto the bed, and nudge Echo over until he’s lying in their spot and they’re forced to wiggle across the mattress into his. But his arm loops around their waist, holding them against his chest--hand pressed over their heartbeat as he leaves a kiss at the nape of their neck.
Echo can feel the exhaustion already creeping back in, and their cover Grand’s hand with one of their own before drifting back off to sleep.
Echo wakes up with a start.
This isn’t the first time they’ve woken from nightmares. It won’t be the last.
They pull their knees up to their chest, press their forehead to their knees, and wheeze in lungful after lungful of air until the room stops tilting around them.
At their side, Grand wakes up with a snort, smacking his lips several times before mumbling, “What time is it…?”
“Early,” they say into their lap, hoping that their tone remains even. “Go back to sleep.”
The opposite of what they want happens, and Grand immediately sits upright at their side. “You had another nightmare.”
Echo turns their face away so they can stare at the darkness of the far wall. “It’s fine, go back to sleep.”
Grand doesn’t, though Echo can feel his presence behind them, warm and inviting. “Is it okay to touch you?” he asks, hesitantly.
“Give me another minute.”
They can feel him shift, listen to the sound of him getting out of bed--bare feet hitting the floor and shuffling into the bathroom. The light flares on, and the wall is illuminated by their shadow with a halo of gold before it shuts off. Grand returns with a glass of water and sets it on the bedside table before dropping back onto the mattress.
Echo shifts so they can lean into him. “It’s okay now,” they say, and his arm immediately curls around them.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Okay.”
They sit in comfortable silence, Grand working reassuring circles with the tips of his fingers into Echo’s shoulder blades. The weight of his hand pushes the lingering traces of the nightmare away, and they can feel themself finally begin to relax.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, fingers carding back through their hair.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
Grand shifts his arm around them, and they press into his side, tilting their chin up to kiss him. It’s soft, gentle, and floods Echo’s limbs with relief.
“Thank you,” they murmur against his lips, and in the darkness, they can just barely make out the fond smile he makes in return.
“Any time.”
They didn’t have the energy to follow that up with a joke (hopefully not any time, I don’t like having nightmares). Instead, they stretch their legs back out, unfurling from their curled up position.
The tips of their fingers catch onto the collar of Grand’s shirt and tug on it as they lie back down.
Grand swings his legs onto the bed, and nudge Echo over until he’s lying in their spot and they’re forced to wiggle across the mattress into his. But his arm loops around their waist, holding them against his chest--hand pressed over their heartbeat as he leaves a kiss at the nape of their neck.
Echo can feel the exhaustion already creeping back in, and their cover Grand’s hand with one of their own before drifting back off to sleep.
