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criticalkink) wrote2017-03-26 01:12 am
criticalkink) wrote2017-03-26 01:12 am
Critical Role kink meme post #3: Unprompted Kinky Writing
For people to share their kinky writing that doesn't fit a particular meme prompt. (Links can still be shared to the Completed Fills post.)
'House Call' - Taliesin/Laura, Travis/Taliesin, non-explicit
(Anonymous) 2017-07-01 12:44 am (UTC)(link)----------------------
The phone vibrates, but he doesn't look at it immediately. He waits until he's finished with the conversation he's having, ending with laughs, a pat on the shoulder and the declaration that they'll meet up again next week.
Hey can u check on Laura?
There's something that's a grin and a fond smile on his face at the same time.
Still sick? I'll stop over
He'd been able to feel her energy ebb Thursday night, and been completely unsurprised when she'd gone home before the second half of the game. A shame; he liked sitting next to her.
His phone buzzes again.
Just make sure she eats something
Of course, don't worry
***
He pulls into the driveway, sees Laura's car there and Travis' absent. The sun is dropping behind the trees and rooftops now so that the street is in shadow and is lined with lights, but theirs is dark. He gets out of the car and texts Travis quickly; the show is close to starting.
Here now. I'll take care of her
The front door isn't locked when he tries the handle, which isn't surprising, and when he steps inside, it's dark and quiet. He shuts the door behind himself, making as little sound as possible.
"Baby, is that you?"
He goes to the living room, finds her on the couch with a blanket around her and hair in a mess from sleep, and waves. "Sorry, it's just me. Travis asked me to check in on you."
Laura smiles and sits up, revealing that under the colorful blanket she is still in pajamas. "Hi, Taliesin." She looks sick, she sounds sick, but she's welcoming and cheerful as much as her body allows her to be.
"I can guess," he says, eyeing her carefully but with an exaggerated expression and tilt of his head, "that you haven't eaten."
And she looks immediately offended to a degree that means she isn't. "I ate some toast. Travis saw me."
"Uh huh, and how long ago was that? It's dark in here, but still light enough that I see the guilt on your face." He removes his shoes and shoves them aside, then goes and sits next to her. Gently, he tells her, "You need to eat something. I can order out, or if there's something here, I have been known to feed myself."
The smile fades, and Laura slumps. "I'm just not feeling very hungry."
Without hesitation, Taliesin puts his arm around her. "I know you're not." He pulls her gently closer. "But you have to eat something. Not just to help yourself heal, but for me because Travis will hurt me if you don't."
She looks up, and they smile at one another. "Maybe some soup? We have some."
He waits, just letting her lean on him, until he feels her start to relax, no doubt falling back asleep. "I'll be right back," Taliesin whispers, and separates from her.
Without him there, Laura slides back down so she can stretch out on the couch once again, her eyes closed.
*
Laura is sipping at the soup, a bottle of sports drink next to her, which must be a fantastic combination, but Taliesin won't criticize, when his phone buzzes once more.
About to start. How is she?
Eating some soup right now
Thanks bud
The bowl is mostly empty when Laura finally pushes it away and exhales deeply. Her hair is still sticking up in odd places from sleeping on the couch, and it's a good guess that she hasn't changed out of her pajamas in over 24 hours.
"You know what would make you feel better?"
"Sleeping for a year?"
"Maybe," he answers cheerily, "but I have something else in mind."
Laura looks at him and arches an eyebrow.
"For you."
But in the moment, they're both thinking the same thing, even if only in jest.
"A bath," Taliesin says, and takes her hands in his own. "And some clean PJs, and then to sleep in bed, not on the couch." He lifts her left hand and kisses the back of it. "All right?"
"Fine fine fine," she answers like it's all a burden but in reality doesn't mind at all. It doesn't even take someone who knows her to understand this, and it's not just the smile on her face.
He stands, still holding her hands, and helps her up. He waits as she loops her arm through his and leans against him, and then they walk to the bathroom.
Laura sits on the toilet and absently brushes her hair while Taliesin starts to fill the tub. "That one," she says as she points to a bottle of green liquid on the edge of the tub against the wall.
As it mixes with the water, it starts creating a pale green foam and sending a floral apple scent into the air. "Smells good," he says absently, keeping his fingers in the water to monitor its temperature. He turns the knob to add a little more cold water.
"It's Travis' favorite." Laura stand and puts the brush aside before she starts stripping out of her pajamas.
When the tub is three-quarters full and the water has a generous head of foam, Taliesin shuts off the faucet. He extends his arm for Laura to hold as she steps into the tub with one foot, then the other, and carefully sits down.
The bubbles come up to her chin when she finally settles and relaxes. Taliesin turns off the overhead light, leaving the room in the dim, orange glow of the nightlight.
Laura smiles, with her eyes closed, and says, "No candles?"
"Maybe if you weren't sick." He chuckles quietly at her pout. "All you had to do was ask. Do you want candles?"
But as is Laura's nature, she shakes her head. "Did you see that video of the woman who caught her hair on fire by a candle on the edge of the tub?"
"No, but I don't want you to catch your hair on fire. I don't know how I would explain that to Travis." Taliesin fishes in the water for Laura's hand as he simultaneously reaches over and grabs a bar of soap. He starts washing her, starting at the hand.
"Your clothes are going to get wet," Laura warns, a small, sleepy smile on her lips now.
He shrugs. "They'll dry."
They fall silent after that, Taliesin continuing to wash her, reaching into the water far enough that the sleeves of his t-shirt start to get soaked.
Laura's eyes are already closed when she bites her lip and brings her hand out of the water to brace it on the top edge of the tub. After a moment, the other comes out as well, grabbing on to Taliesin's shirt, soaking it with water and leaving a mound of suds on his shoulder.
"Like that?" he asks quietly.
With a whimper, she nods, and arches up.
The quiet sloshing of water, Taliesin's breathing, and Laura's whimpers are the only sounds.
She pulls on his shirt and arches sharply, drawing a grin but no words from him. His body follows that pull until his chest is leaning on the edge of the tub, just a breath from getting a face full of suds. When Laura arches again, almost violently, the water comes up to slop across his front and he finally gets that face of bubbles.
With sputtering mixed with laughter, Taliesin doesn't stop, keeping his eyes on Laura as she gasps and moans between short bursts of giggles. He leans in to press a kiss to her cheek as she calms, and withdraws his hand from the water.
Laura releases his shirt, and braces herself so she can sit up from where she's slipped lower in the tub. Her hand slips though, splashing the both of them, and sending them into another round of giggles.
"Maybe give it a minute," he suggests, staying close as she reaches up with a wet hand to clumsily pets his hair. "How are you feeling?"
She answers, satisfied and sleepy, "Am I allowed to sleep now?"
Reaching down, ignoring how much wetter he's getting, Taliesin helps her stand, then exit the tub on legs that are still a little wobbly. "Dry, pajamas, and bed. Then sleep."
Looking down between them, Laura says, "I got you all wet."
Taliesin gives her a cock-eyed grin. "It's only fair."
A light slap on his chest, loud in the room as her hand strikes wet cotton. "Taliesin! You're terrible." But Laura leans up and kisses him softly. "Thank you."
Nothing is expected in return as he reaches for a large, fluffy towel, and wraps it around her. "I'm the worst person you know."
"Sure you are." She leads him to the bedroom where he towels her dry before she slips on a cotton nightdress. After, Laura slides into bed, under the covers with a sigh, and snuggles a pillow.
Taliesin steps back, sees she's almost asleep already, and says, "I'll wait until Travis gets home. If you need something, just call."
"Thank you, Tal."
And just like that, she's asleep once more.
*
The house is quiet and mostly dark when Travis opens the door. He finds Taliesin on the couch, looking at his phone. "Sorry I'm so late. You know how it is."
"No problem." Taliesin tucks his phone away as he stands, and goes to put his shoes on.
"How was she? Did you get her to eat?"
If they weren't friends, the closeness of the larger man might be threatening, but Taliesin just nods with a smile. "Most of a can of soup. And I don't know if it's really that good for you to drink anything that's the same color as my hair."
Travis laughs quietly. "Thanks." He glances down at Taliesin starting to get one foot in a shoe, then looks back up. "Hey, why don't you stay? It's late. We can order something. If you want."
For a moment, Taliesin pauses, with his hand on the wall for balance, and then nods. "Sure." He takes his foot from his shoe.
Without hesitation, Travis slings his arm over Taliesin's shoulders and pulls him close for a one armed hug. And then, suddenly, he buries his nose in Taliesin's still-damp hair, inhaling deeply. "That's my favorite."
"That's what Laura said." He leans into Travis the same way Laura leaned into him.
*
Taliesin, in only his boxers, gets into the bed in the guest room, and pulls the sheet and single blanket over himself. Once he finds a comfortable position, he relaxes and wills his brain to quiet itself so he can sleep.
The door opens with a soft click, then shuts in equal silence.
"Tal?"
"Hm?" He half rolls over to see Travis standing at the bedside.
"Scoot over." And without waiting for him to move, Travis gets into the bed.
"Aren't you going to…?"
"Hell no, she's sick as shit. I've been sleeping in here since Friday." Travis is settling in, taking up a good portion of the bed.
"Oh, I'll go sleep on the couch then. I thought-" But Travis' arm settles over his side, hand resting on his stomach, which in comparison to the larger man, Taliesin is a little embarrassed of, and pulls him closer. Taliesin can squirm, become the little spoon to Travis' big spoon more completely, but that's as much as he can do. Maybe it's as much as he wants to do, as much as Travis wants him to do.
It's fine because he'll wake up late, and Travis probably gets up early to work out or something. He won't have to try to climb over Travis or anything.
"You gonna stay tomorrow to wash the sheets?" Travis asks, his voice pulling Taliesin from his slow descent to sleep.
"Which ones?"
Travis' hand slides from Taliesin's stomach lower. He exhales heavily against the back of Taliesin's neck, and shrugs.
Re: 'House Call' - Taliesin/Laura, Travis/Taliesin, non-explicit
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Re: 'House Call' - Taliesin/Laura, Travis/Taliesin, non-explicit
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