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fictionalfaerie!
Quick, not all that dirty (;-D), fun piece to jumpstart the writing gears. So I asked fictionalfaerie to prompt me and she gave me:
Ryland/Alex/Victoria, sick.
Unbeta'd, short and quick, but I had fun and it got me writing, so YAY!
Title: Alright To Hold You Here
Rating: PG-15ish
Warnings? Not really. There's a mention of dry heaves, but nothing that should trigger emetophobes.
Wordcount: 1,338
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. The title comes from the song 'Alright', by Kinnie Starr.
"How're you feeling?"
"I can't breathe, my head is killing me, and Gabe won't shut the fuck up. Peachy," Victoria says, sniffing hard, the sound coming out more as a rough rasp that sends her into a coughing fit. Alex winces and pushes her hair back from her forehead. It's sweaty and a little greasy and Victoria wants to lean away.
"Poor thing. Want me to kill him?"
"Don't put his body on the bus, it'll rot," she says thickly, hating how some of her words come out wrong, the phrasing feeling like wet cotton on the back of her tongue. Ryland comes up behind Alex, looking concerned as she coughs again, the sound echoing around in the lounge. He hands her a bottle of water with a straw, which should be ridiculous and not needed, but she simply leans forward and takes a quick sip.
"What do you take us for? Amatures? Tsk, tsk," Ryland says, leaning over and pressing a light kiss to her forehead. They're not typical, it's nothing that she'd have expected or thought of, but when Alex suggested the three of them try something, it was hard to say no. She feels overly hot in the lounge, sweaty and nasty as she squirms around.
Her shirt pulls up over her stomach and Alex smiles a little and pets her hair until she falls asleep, a fan being positioned onto her.
She wakes up to the sound of wet kissing, and she thinks, I know those sounds, without opening her eyes. Victoria shifts, cracking her eyes open and almost hissing at the way they burn and tear up. Ryland and Alex are nearby in the lounge, sitting on the other half of the couch, kissing lazily. They lean into each other, Alex letting out a quiet sigh as Ryland's hand slides under his shirt.
"You fuckheads are gonna leave me out?" she croaks, voice rough and straining through her sore throat. She feels like hell, but she can't stop the laugh that rattles free at the way Alex and Ryland spring back from each other.
"Don't stop on my account," she says, wincing as she shifts and everything protests. Victoria waves them off and grabs the bottle of water nearby, taking a sip from the straw. The water's cool, though not cold, but it feels better than talking. Curling up in the corner with her legs stretched out, she grins over at them.
"Victoria," Ryland says, in that careful tone that he once first used when they first started sleeping together. It makes her roll her eyes and motion for him to continue. She shares a look with Alex, winking at him as she curls her bottle of water close to her.
"I think she wants us to continue."
"It's not exactly fair though, is it?" Ryland says, looking over as Victoria shrugs, taking a careful sip of her water. Her neck aches and her eyes are gritty, but she wants them to keep going, she doesn't want them to stop.
"I don't think she cares if it's fair. She's sick, at least let's give her something to watch," Alex says, wheedling before Ryland snorts and kisses him again. Victoria likes watching Alex and Ryland kiss; the way that they push against each other and get tangled in each other, distracted. She knows the feeling of that focus, and when they pull apart from each other, Victoria can't help but smile at them.
"Are you sure?" Alex asks, sliding his hands under Ryland's shirt. Ryland gives him one of those far too amused looks, like he wants to say something but isn't going to dignify Alex with a response.
"Don't you dare stop," she manages, throat hurting the more she uses it. She's not too worried, except for if whatever she's got manages to get Gabe. It's the last thing they need, for him to get sick with this. Ryland lets out a huff of laughter, curling back into Alex and she watches them kiss again.
Her eyes grow heavy and she feels herself drift off while watching Alex tug Ryland's shirt off. It's not what she'd prefer to fall asleep during, but her eyes are burning and itchy and the only thing she really wants to concentrate on is not breathing heavily enough to hurt her chest.
So, really, she's not to be blamed when she falls asleep while watching her boyfriends.
She dozes off, sometimes opening her eyes to watch Ryland and Alex; sometimes just to shift. Victoria's not sure how she manages, but she sleeps through someone putting her into her bunk, covering her up and leaving a bottle of water nearby.
It's warm, warmer than she'd really like, but someone leaves a cool rag on her forehead and it soothes her into relaxing carefully into sleep.
Victoria wakes up with a start, pouring sweat and gasping as she flops out of her bunk, making her way to the bathroom. She heaves a few times, hearing herself make sickening whines as she clings to the toilet. Her chest hurts and her stomach's killing her when Ryland comes through the door.
"Oh, honey," he says carefully, leaning over and pulling her hair back, fingers cool on the heated skin of her neck. She clings a little tighter to the toilet, unable to stop the tears that she can feel pouring out of her eyes as she slowly but surely stops heaving.
"Hurts," she croaks, voice cracking in the middle as Ryland nods. Alex comes to the door and hands the rag from her bunk to Ryland who wets it down. Victoria's dimly aware of pressing her face against the wall of the bathroom, groaning softly when Ryland runs the rag over her face.
"C'mon, we're gonna let you camp out in the lounge while Nate disinfects your bunk. Gabe's with one of the other bands, so don't worry about it, alright?" Ryland says, lifting her to her feet. He doesn't try to carry her (which she appreciates), but when she gets to the lounge, she curls up to them.
Between them, with their body heat, it should be uncomfortable, it should be horrible and disgusting. Mostly, the only thing she can notice is that Alex doesn't stop running the rag over her face and neck, soothing her when she has a coughing fit.
She dozes between them, off and on, waking up long enough to take a capful of whatever Nate ran out and got. Nate gives her a smile and a fresh bottle of water while Alex and Ryland sleep and when she curls up tighter, under a blanket, drifting off with the fan blowing on her.
"And just how are you feeling, missy?" Alex asks a couple of days later, watching her carefully sip on some broth. She feels wrung out and absolutely disgusting since her fever broke and while it broke, her throat still aches, but all in all, she's mostly just glad not to be completely helpless anymore.
"Better. Still kind of icky. Also, I need a shower and the lounge needs to be disinfected," Victoria says, voice raspy but not breaking, which she's proud of. She takes another sip of the broth, smiling as Ryland walks in, wrapping around her from behind.
"A shower, eh? It might interest you to know that we've been put up in a fancy-pants hotel for the night and that it comes with a delightful shower. Perhaps I could interest you in some bubbles and a loofah?"
Alex starts laughing, coming over and kissing Ryland's cheek lightly.
"Idiot," he says fondly.
"Hey, no idiot. That sounds fucking amazing," Victoria says, taking advantage of the moment to curl between them, sliding her arm around Alex and leaning back into Ryland, taking a careful sip of the broth.
It's not perfect, but she'll take just right.
fictionalfaerie to prompt me and she gave me:Ryland/Alex/Victoria, sick.
Unbeta'd, short and quick, but I had fun and it got me writing, so YAY!
Title: Alright To Hold You Here
Rating: PG-15ish
Warnings? Not really. There's a mention of dry heaves, but nothing that should trigger emetophobes.
Wordcount: 1,338
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. The title comes from the song 'Alright', by Kinnie Starr.
"How're you feeling?"
"I can't breathe, my head is killing me, and Gabe won't shut the fuck up. Peachy," Victoria says, sniffing hard, the sound coming out more as a rough rasp that sends her into a coughing fit. Alex winces and pushes her hair back from her forehead. It's sweaty and a little greasy and Victoria wants to lean away.
"Poor thing. Want me to kill him?"
"Don't put his body on the bus, it'll rot," she says thickly, hating how some of her words come out wrong, the phrasing feeling like wet cotton on the back of her tongue. Ryland comes up behind Alex, looking concerned as she coughs again, the sound echoing around in the lounge. He hands her a bottle of water with a straw, which should be ridiculous and not needed, but she simply leans forward and takes a quick sip.
"What do you take us for? Amatures? Tsk, tsk," Ryland says, leaning over and pressing a light kiss to her forehead. They're not typical, it's nothing that she'd have expected or thought of, but when Alex suggested the three of them try something, it was hard to say no. She feels overly hot in the lounge, sweaty and nasty as she squirms around.
Her shirt pulls up over her stomach and Alex smiles a little and pets her hair until she falls asleep, a fan being positioned onto her.
She wakes up to the sound of wet kissing, and she thinks, I know those sounds, without opening her eyes. Victoria shifts, cracking her eyes open and almost hissing at the way they burn and tear up. Ryland and Alex are nearby in the lounge, sitting on the other half of the couch, kissing lazily. They lean into each other, Alex letting out a quiet sigh as Ryland's hand slides under his shirt.
"You fuckheads are gonna leave me out?" she croaks, voice rough and straining through her sore throat. She feels like hell, but she can't stop the laugh that rattles free at the way Alex and Ryland spring back from each other.
"Don't stop on my account," she says, wincing as she shifts and everything protests. Victoria waves them off and grabs the bottle of water nearby, taking a sip from the straw. The water's cool, though not cold, but it feels better than talking. Curling up in the corner with her legs stretched out, she grins over at them.
"Victoria," Ryland says, in that careful tone that he once first used when they first started sleeping together. It makes her roll her eyes and motion for him to continue. She shares a look with Alex, winking at him as she curls her bottle of water close to her.
"I think she wants us to continue."
"It's not exactly fair though, is it?" Ryland says, looking over as Victoria shrugs, taking a careful sip of her water. Her neck aches and her eyes are gritty, but she wants them to keep going, she doesn't want them to stop.
"I don't think she cares if it's fair. She's sick, at least let's give her something to watch," Alex says, wheedling before Ryland snorts and kisses him again. Victoria likes watching Alex and Ryland kiss; the way that they push against each other and get tangled in each other, distracted. She knows the feeling of that focus, and when they pull apart from each other, Victoria can't help but smile at them.
"Are you sure?" Alex asks, sliding his hands under Ryland's shirt. Ryland gives him one of those far too amused looks, like he wants to say something but isn't going to dignify Alex with a response.
"Don't you dare stop," she manages, throat hurting the more she uses it. She's not too worried, except for if whatever she's got manages to get Gabe. It's the last thing they need, for him to get sick with this. Ryland lets out a huff of laughter, curling back into Alex and she watches them kiss again.
Her eyes grow heavy and she feels herself drift off while watching Alex tug Ryland's shirt off. It's not what she'd prefer to fall asleep during, but her eyes are burning and itchy and the only thing she really wants to concentrate on is not breathing heavily enough to hurt her chest.
So, really, she's not to be blamed when she falls asleep while watching her boyfriends.
She dozes off, sometimes opening her eyes to watch Ryland and Alex; sometimes just to shift. Victoria's not sure how she manages, but she sleeps through someone putting her into her bunk, covering her up and leaving a bottle of water nearby.
It's warm, warmer than she'd really like, but someone leaves a cool rag on her forehead and it soothes her into relaxing carefully into sleep.
Victoria wakes up with a start, pouring sweat and gasping as she flops out of her bunk, making her way to the bathroom. She heaves a few times, hearing herself make sickening whines as she clings to the toilet. Her chest hurts and her stomach's killing her when Ryland comes through the door.
"Oh, honey," he says carefully, leaning over and pulling her hair back, fingers cool on the heated skin of her neck. She clings a little tighter to the toilet, unable to stop the tears that she can feel pouring out of her eyes as she slowly but surely stops heaving.
"Hurts," she croaks, voice cracking in the middle as Ryland nods. Alex comes to the door and hands the rag from her bunk to Ryland who wets it down. Victoria's dimly aware of pressing her face against the wall of the bathroom, groaning softly when Ryland runs the rag over her face.
"C'mon, we're gonna let you camp out in the lounge while Nate disinfects your bunk. Gabe's with one of the other bands, so don't worry about it, alright?" Ryland says, lifting her to her feet. He doesn't try to carry her (which she appreciates), but when she gets to the lounge, she curls up to them.
Between them, with their body heat, it should be uncomfortable, it should be horrible and disgusting. Mostly, the only thing she can notice is that Alex doesn't stop running the rag over her face and neck, soothing her when she has a coughing fit.
She dozes between them, off and on, waking up long enough to take a capful of whatever Nate ran out and got. Nate gives her a smile and a fresh bottle of water while Alex and Ryland sleep and when she curls up tighter, under a blanket, drifting off with the fan blowing on her.
"And just how are you feeling, missy?" Alex asks a couple of days later, watching her carefully sip on some broth. She feels wrung out and absolutely disgusting since her fever broke and while it broke, her throat still aches, but all in all, she's mostly just glad not to be completely helpless anymore.
"Better. Still kind of icky. Also, I need a shower and the lounge needs to be disinfected," Victoria says, voice raspy but not breaking, which she's proud of. She takes another sip of the broth, smiling as Ryland walks in, wrapping around her from behind.
"A shower, eh? It might interest you to know that we've been put up in a fancy-pants hotel for the night and that it comes with a delightful shower. Perhaps I could interest you in some bubbles and a loofah?"
Alex starts laughing, coming over and kissing Ryland's cheek lightly.
"Idiot," he says fondly.
"Hey, no idiot. That sounds fucking amazing," Victoria says, taking advantage of the moment to curl between them, sliding her arm around Alex and leaning back into Ryland, taking a careful sip of the broth.
It's not perfect, but she'll take just right.