Restless Nights
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acquiescenceTitle: Restless Nights
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry doesn't like it when Charlie works late
Characters: Charlie/Harry
Word Count: 692
A/N: This is the first of my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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silverius408. I am writing our version of Harry and Charlie, which means that we don't care about cannon.
Harry threw back the covers sitting up with a rather dramatic sigh. He hated the nights Charlie had to work late – of course he was grateful they didn’t happen very often. Just enough to make him lose sleep over the whole thing though.
He swung his legs out over the side of the bed and stood up, unable to keep laying there waiting. He didn’t think Charlie would be too much longer, how long could it possibly take to help with the hatching of a dragon he wondered?
He pouted and sighed again crossing his arms and wondering down the hall into the living room, curling himself up on the sofa and wrapping a blanket around himself, to wait for Charlie.
Charlie was a mess when they’d finally finished. It was always delicate work helping with a hatching. You had to make sure the mother didn’t trample the unhatched eggs while she was trying to protect them at the same time. And then of course there was all the added work of taking measurements and weighing and tagging the newborn dragons before they could be returned to their mothers.
He’d gotten a bit singed at some point during the night, but all in all he’d made it out unscathed which was better than some had faired. He shook his head, all he wanted to do was change out of these hot dirty clothes, take a long hot shower, and climb into bed with Harry.
He apparated to their front step, opening the door quietly, hoping Harry had managed to get to sleep without him. Though he usually didn’t do so well on the nights he wasn’t around, and it was proved true once again when he came in to find Harry dozing on the sofa, curled up into a tight ball his head leaning back and his mouth half open.
Charlie shook his head as he toed off his boots and shucked out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair.
He pushed his arms under Harry carefully, not wanting to jostle him too much and began carrying him back to their bedroom. He kissed the top of Harry’s head when he lay him down in their bed, pulling the blanket up over him, before he turned toward the bathroom, still in desperate need of a shower.
Charlie felt years lighter once he’d showered and dried himself off. He didn’t bother putting on anything since he was just going to be getting into bed. He was glad to see Harry still sleeping when he pulled back the covers to climb in behind him.
He molded himself to Harry, wrapping an arm firmly around his waist and pulling him back against his chest. Charlie dropped soft kisses along the length of Harry’s shoulder and then slowly made his way to his neck and then Harry’s jaw and to his lips.
“You’re home.” Harry’s voice was rough with sleep, but Charlie could feel his lips pull into a small smile.
“Yeah, I got home a while ago. Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, still brushing kisses along Harry’s jaw.
“You know I don’t sleep well without you here.” Harry chided him gently. “How many new dragons were there?”
“We had six.” Charlie said happily, it was a good number for the colony and they hadn’t lost any which was even better.
“That’s good.” Harry’s eyes were still closed.
“Yeah, and that’ll be the last time I’ll have to stay late for a while.” He assured Harry, kissing his neck again.
Harry turned in his arms now, so he was lying on his back, opening his eyes to look up at Charlie. “Good, don’t like it when you work late.” He said with a small pout.
Charlie chuckled and leaned down to nip at Harry’s exposed lip, flicking his tongue over the trapped flesh for a moment before he pulled back. “Well don’t worry; I won’t be doing that again for a while.” He said with a smile.
“Good.” Harry said again, wrapping his arms around Charlie’s neck and pulled him down to press their lips together in a slow kiss.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry doesn't like it when Charlie works late
Characters: Charlie/Harry
Word Count: 692
A/N: This is the first of my
7snogs fics, as well as day 3 of mini_nanowrimo. So you can see it's not all Dean/Castiel, but there is more of them planned in the very immediate future, and it's written for the lovely silverius408. I am writing our version of Harry and Charlie, which means that we don't care about cannon.Harry threw back the covers sitting up with a rather dramatic sigh. He hated the nights Charlie had to work late – of course he was grateful they didn’t happen very often. Just enough to make him lose sleep over the whole thing though.
He swung his legs out over the side of the bed and stood up, unable to keep laying there waiting. He didn’t think Charlie would be too much longer, how long could it possibly take to help with the hatching of a dragon he wondered?
He pouted and sighed again crossing his arms and wondering down the hall into the living room, curling himself up on the sofa and wrapping a blanket around himself, to wait for Charlie.
Charlie was a mess when they’d finally finished. It was always delicate work helping with a hatching. You had to make sure the mother didn’t trample the unhatched eggs while she was trying to protect them at the same time. And then of course there was all the added work of taking measurements and weighing and tagging the newborn dragons before they could be returned to their mothers.
He’d gotten a bit singed at some point during the night, but all in all he’d made it out unscathed which was better than some had faired. He shook his head, all he wanted to do was change out of these hot dirty clothes, take a long hot shower, and climb into bed with Harry.
He apparated to their front step, opening the door quietly, hoping Harry had managed to get to sleep without him. Though he usually didn’t do so well on the nights he wasn’t around, and it was proved true once again when he came in to find Harry dozing on the sofa, curled up into a tight ball his head leaning back and his mouth half open.
Charlie shook his head as he toed off his boots and shucked out of his jacket, tossing it over the back of a nearby chair.
He pushed his arms under Harry carefully, not wanting to jostle him too much and began carrying him back to their bedroom. He kissed the top of Harry’s head when he lay him down in their bed, pulling the blanket up over him, before he turned toward the bathroom, still in desperate need of a shower.
Charlie felt years lighter once he’d showered and dried himself off. He didn’t bother putting on anything since he was just going to be getting into bed. He was glad to see Harry still sleeping when he pulled back the covers to climb in behind him.
He molded himself to Harry, wrapping an arm firmly around his waist and pulling him back against his chest. Charlie dropped soft kisses along the length of Harry’s shoulder and then slowly made his way to his neck and then Harry’s jaw and to his lips.
“You’re home.” Harry’s voice was rough with sleep, but Charlie could feel his lips pull into a small smile.
“Yeah, I got home a while ago. Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, still brushing kisses along Harry’s jaw.
“You know I don’t sleep well without you here.” Harry chided him gently. “How many new dragons were there?”
“We had six.” Charlie said happily, it was a good number for the colony and they hadn’t lost any which was even better.
“That’s good.” Harry’s eyes were still closed.
“Yeah, and that’ll be the last time I’ll have to stay late for a while.” He assured Harry, kissing his neck again.
Harry turned in his arms now, so he was lying on his back, opening his eyes to look up at Charlie. “Good, don’t like it when you work late.” He said with a small pout.
Charlie chuckled and leaned down to nip at Harry’s exposed lip, flicking his tongue over the trapped flesh for a moment before he pulled back. “Well don’t worry; I won’t be doing that again for a while.” He said with a smile.
“Good.” Harry said again, wrapping his arms around Charlie’s neck and pulled him down to press their lips together in a slow kiss.