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solarbaby614) wrote2009-11-27 10:07 am
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Fic: Where We Lay
Title: Where We Lay
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solarbaby614
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 1190![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
smallfandomfest’s prompt Charlie/Bernard, in my bed. Definitely expect more from me for these two. And remember, feedback is what keeps me warm on these cold winter nights.
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“Get up.”
A finger poked into Charlie’s side. He tightened his arm around the pillow and buried his face in it. “No,” Charlie’s voice was muffled.
There was a sigh and this time a hand shook his shoulder. “Come on, Charlie. You have your own room and your own bed.” There was a faint jangling of bells at the movement.
“Yours is more comfy,” he muttered.
There was just a snort in reply to that lie. Charlie’s bed was larger and softer, molding to the person. Nothing but the best for Santa’s son after all.
Charlie shifted, making himself more comfortable and Bernard must have noticed this because he let a long suffering groan.
“I want to go to bed.” There was a slight whine to the voice.
He blinked blearily up Bernard and scooted over, giving his friend more than enough room to lie down.
“Oh, no. No. No. No.” Bernard actually sounded a little panicked at that. Of course Bernard panicked surprisingly easily. It was strange really, for someone who had to deal with the constant problems that arose at the shop. The stuff he didn’t push off on Curtis that was.
Charlie reached over and patted the area next to him.
“You’re not sleeping in my bed,” the head elf replied, crossing his arms. “What are you doing here anyways?”
Smiling into the pillow at Bernard’s bitchiness, Charlie shrugged. “My room was too far away. I was tired. Yours was closer.”
“So you decided to break into my room and take a nap?” he asked in disbelief.
“You left it unlocked,” Charlie replied accusingly, like it was Bernard’s fault that he was too lazy to walk back to his own room. “Come on, Bernard.”
“You’re not going to move no matter what I say, are you?”
Charlie let out a sigh. “If you really have a problem I’ll go.” He covered a yawn, sitting up.
“No,” Bernard grumbled, shaking his head and sighing, then curling up underneath the covers and ignoring the pleased grin on Charlie’s face. He wasn’t going to give in to the man anymore, he decided then and there. No matter how nice this was….
When he woke up the next morning, his arm wrapped securely around Charlie’s waist and Charlie’s face buried into his neck, Bernard refused to admit to himself that was the best night’s sleep he had gotten in a long time
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“This really has to stop.”
“What?” Charlie groaned and rolled over. Then he blinked, obviously startled. “Oh, hi Bernard.”
“You’re in my bed. Again,” Bernard pointed out.
He blinked again and glanced around. “I am. Huh.” A frown appeared on Charlie’s face. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair, sending it into even more disarray then before. “It was supposed to be a quick nap. I guess I crashed.”
“In my bed,” he stated.
Charlie raised an eyebrow at him and stretched, hiking up his green shirt and showing a sliver of silky skin. Not that Bernard was looking or anything. Nope. And he certainly wasn’t imagining shoving the shirt up farther and tracing over the area with this tongue.
There was a grin on Charlie’s face when Bernard looked back up and for one fearful moment he was afraid that Charlie could see what he was thinking. But Charlie just righted his shirt, yawning.
Bernard was both relieved and disappointed at the action and berated himself for the later. He glared at Santa’s son. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Charlie was doing this to him on purpose.
Charlie just looked back, innocently.
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The next time Bernard found Charlie asleep in his bed he did nothing but sigh and slip in next to him.
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By now waking up with Charlie pressed against him didn’t come a shock, just a semi-regular occurrence. Charlie was a horrible bedmate though. He stole the covers, crowded up against him in his sleep, forcing him closer and closer to the end of the bed, and twisted and turned during the night. The man also liked to wrap himself around Bernard, like some sort of clingy octopus.
There was a yawn from the other man as he started to wake and Bernard’s arm unconsciously tightened. He immediately relaxed, waiting for Charlie to slip from his grip and leave as he done each other time.
But that never happened. Instead, Charlie rolled over onto his back, an arm thrown over this eyes and a disheartened expression on his face.
Bernard wondered what was going through the man’s head. There was a quick glance his way and Charlie blushed when he realized that Bernard was awake, ducking his head.
Charlie started to shift, to get up, then he stopped. There was an indecisive expression on his face and he turned back to Bernard. Charlie leaned forward and pressed their lips together, carefully, as if he was afraid of scaring the elf off.
The feeling of Charlie’s lips against his own sent heat through him and he moved forward, pressing himself against the man. Charlie gasped, which Bernard took advantage of, slipping his tongue inside.
He pushed the man down onto the bed and settled himself over Charlie, not once breaking the kiss. This was more than he could have hoped for. Just the feeling of Charlie was sending him into a tizzy, making the pure want that he had been battling become that much stronger. He didn’t want it to stop.
And it wasn’t going to. Not if he had any say in it.
A hand made its way under his shirt, slipping up his back and caressing the skin it found there. Bernard gasped into the touch. It had been far too long since he had done this. Too long since he’d found anyone that he wanted to have touch him and to touch in return.
Charlie pulled back, gasping, looking dazed. He licked his lips at the picture that he posed. Smirking, Bernard slid a hand into the messy brown hair and another around Charlie’s bicep, in case he had some sort of crazy idea, like leaving. Instead, Charlie just grabbed a handful of red shirt and pulled him back down. But he completely bypassed Bernard’s mouth, coming to rest over his ear instead. “About time you got with the program,” Charlie laughed.
Bernard just pulled back and gaped at him incredulously. He knew it! Charlie had been doing it on purpose after all.
There must have been something that said so on his face because Charlie immediately looked contrite. “I was trying to be subtle.”
It took all Bernard’s effort not to snort in reply.
“I’ll pay you back,” Charlie brushed a hand across the waistband of Bernard’s pants. “Promise.”
That caused Bernard to let out a genuine laugh. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Charlie raised an eyebrow, as if to say ‘you’re asking this now?’, but replied all the same, “Depends. Is it working?”
Bernard swept down, effectively swallowing a startled sound at the sudden attack. He smirked as he pulled back. “I’ll get back to you on that.”
Author:
solarbaby614 Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 1190
Summary: Bernard keeps finding Charlie in his bed.
Notes: Written for smallfandomfest’s prompt Charlie/Bernard, in my bed. Definitely expect more from me for these two. And remember, feedback is what keeps me warm on these cold winter nights. oOoOoOoOoOoOo
“Get up.”
A finger poked into Charlie’s side. He tightened his arm around the pillow and buried his face in it. “No,” Charlie’s voice was muffled.
There was a sigh and this time a hand shook his shoulder. “Come on, Charlie. You have your own room and your own bed.” There was a faint jangling of bells at the movement.
“Yours is more comfy,” he muttered.
There was just a snort in reply to that lie. Charlie’s bed was larger and softer, molding to the person. Nothing but the best for Santa’s son after all.
Charlie shifted, making himself more comfortable and Bernard must have noticed this because he let a long suffering groan.
“I want to go to bed.” There was a slight whine to the voice.
He blinked blearily up Bernard and scooted over, giving his friend more than enough room to lie down.
“Oh, no. No. No. No.” Bernard actually sounded a little panicked at that. Of course Bernard panicked surprisingly easily. It was strange really, for someone who had to deal with the constant problems that arose at the shop. The stuff he didn’t push off on Curtis that was.
Charlie reached over and patted the area next to him.
“You’re not sleeping in my bed,” the head elf replied, crossing his arms. “What are you doing here anyways?”
Smiling into the pillow at Bernard’s bitchiness, Charlie shrugged. “My room was too far away. I was tired. Yours was closer.”
“So you decided to break into my room and take a nap?” he asked in disbelief.
“You left it unlocked,” Charlie replied accusingly, like it was Bernard’s fault that he was too lazy to walk back to his own room. “Come on, Bernard.”
“You’re not going to move no matter what I say, are you?”
Charlie let out a sigh. “If you really have a problem I’ll go.” He covered a yawn, sitting up.
“No,” Bernard grumbled, shaking his head and sighing, then curling up underneath the covers and ignoring the pleased grin on Charlie’s face. He wasn’t going to give in to the man anymore, he decided then and there. No matter how nice this was….
When he woke up the next morning, his arm wrapped securely around Charlie’s waist and Charlie’s face buried into his neck, Bernard refused to admit to himself that was the best night’s sleep he had gotten in a long time
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“This really has to stop.”
“What?” Charlie groaned and rolled over. Then he blinked, obviously startled. “Oh, hi Bernard.”
“You’re in my bed. Again,” Bernard pointed out.
He blinked again and glanced around. “I am. Huh.” A frown appeared on Charlie’s face. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair, sending it into even more disarray then before. “It was supposed to be a quick nap. I guess I crashed.”
“In my bed,” he stated.
Charlie raised an eyebrow at him and stretched, hiking up his green shirt and showing a sliver of silky skin. Not that Bernard was looking or anything. Nope. And he certainly wasn’t imagining shoving the shirt up farther and tracing over the area with this tongue.
There was a grin on Charlie’s face when Bernard looked back up and for one fearful moment he was afraid that Charlie could see what he was thinking. But Charlie just righted his shirt, yawning.
Bernard was both relieved and disappointed at the action and berated himself for the later. He glared at Santa’s son. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Charlie was doing this to him on purpose.
Charlie just looked back, innocently.
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The next time Bernard found Charlie asleep in his bed he did nothing but sigh and slip in next to him.
oOoOoOoOoOo
By now waking up with Charlie pressed against him didn’t come a shock, just a semi-regular occurrence. Charlie was a horrible bedmate though. He stole the covers, crowded up against him in his sleep, forcing him closer and closer to the end of the bed, and twisted and turned during the night. The man also liked to wrap himself around Bernard, like some sort of clingy octopus.
There was a yawn from the other man as he started to wake and Bernard’s arm unconsciously tightened. He immediately relaxed, waiting for Charlie to slip from his grip and leave as he done each other time.
But that never happened. Instead, Charlie rolled over onto his back, an arm thrown over this eyes and a disheartened expression on his face.
Bernard wondered what was going through the man’s head. There was a quick glance his way and Charlie blushed when he realized that Bernard was awake, ducking his head.
Charlie started to shift, to get up, then he stopped. There was an indecisive expression on his face and he turned back to Bernard. Charlie leaned forward and pressed their lips together, carefully, as if he was afraid of scaring the elf off.
The feeling of Charlie’s lips against his own sent heat through him and he moved forward, pressing himself against the man. Charlie gasped, which Bernard took advantage of, slipping his tongue inside.
He pushed the man down onto the bed and settled himself over Charlie, not once breaking the kiss. This was more than he could have hoped for. Just the feeling of Charlie was sending him into a tizzy, making the pure want that he had been battling become that much stronger. He didn’t want it to stop.
And it wasn’t going to. Not if he had any say in it.
A hand made its way under his shirt, slipping up his back and caressing the skin it found there. Bernard gasped into the touch. It had been far too long since he had done this. Too long since he’d found anyone that he wanted to have touch him and to touch in return.
Charlie pulled back, gasping, looking dazed. He licked his lips at the picture that he posed. Smirking, Bernard slid a hand into the messy brown hair and another around Charlie’s bicep, in case he had some sort of crazy idea, like leaving. Instead, Charlie just grabbed a handful of red shirt and pulled him back down. But he completely bypassed Bernard’s mouth, coming to rest over his ear instead. “About time you got with the program,” Charlie laughed.
Bernard just pulled back and gaped at him incredulously. He knew it! Charlie had been doing it on purpose after all.
There must have been something that said so on his face because Charlie immediately looked contrite. “I was trying to be subtle.”
It took all Bernard’s effort not to snort in reply.
“I’ll pay you back,” Charlie brushed a hand across the waistband of Bernard’s pants. “Promise.”
That caused Bernard to let out a genuine laugh. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
Charlie raised an eyebrow, as if to say ‘you’re asking this now?’, but replied all the same, “Depends. Is it working?”
Bernard swept down, effectively swallowing a startled sound at the sudden attack. He smirked as he pulled back. “I’ll get back to you on that.”
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absolute LOVE. L-O-V-E.
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I'll have you know that your enabling of this pairing is what helped me finish it.
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cuddling + sneakiness + kissing in bed. :D
"clingy octopus" and Bernard just slipping into bed, getting used to the fact that Charlie's gonna be there.
oh my goodness I've got so much love for you at this moment. ♥
wow, did I just fangirl or what? terribly sorry for the excess squee... *gets a broom*
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I'm happy you enjoyed it so much!
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Wonderful, wonderful fic. Though I do have the desire to see Santa and Curtis' reactions...*smirks*
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I really hope you do more for this pairing, and soon! You just got me hooked on it to the point I need more. ^_^