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Entry tags:
T: Comfort
Fandom: Threshold
Pairing: Cavennaugh/Lucas
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Wondering how everything's going back with Caffrey. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
"Do you suppose everything is going right for Caffrey right now?"
Cavennaugh looked over at Lucas. He had been staring up on the ceiling, doing his best to rest and relax, but Lucas had voiced the concern they both shared. He shrugged slightly, pushing up into a sitting position. "I don't know. We'll do no good by worrying, though. If we're needed, we'll be called back there. For now, we've got work to do."
Lucas nodded, reluctantly, thinking of home and the wife waiting for him. Waiting for far too long for her husband to have free time again, and not knowing the work he was doing -- not understanding his problems. Standing up, he paced the room a little before sitting down on the end of Cavennaugh's bed, looking at him with eyes like a little puppy.
Like a puppy, you couldn't kick Lucas, or snap at him, not really. Cavennaugh certainly couldn't, anyway. He smiled.
"It'll be okay," he said, softly, putting his hand on Lucas' shoulder. And then -- it happened.
It wasn't a particularly passionate kiss, or a friendly kiss, but something caught in between, something simple and comforting and precious, sudden and strange, unimportant but terribly important, a moment that stuck between them both forever, sometimes letting them be close, sometimes shoving distance between them at all the wrong times.
But for then, it felt perfect. Lucas relaxed a little and Cavennaugh flopped back onto the bed and resumed his count of the cracks.
Pairing: Cavennaugh/Lucas
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Wondering how everything's going back with Caffrey. For
fic_on_demand."Do you suppose everything is going right for Caffrey right now?"
Cavennaugh looked over at Lucas. He had been staring up on the ceiling, doing his best to rest and relax, but Lucas had voiced the concern they both shared. He shrugged slightly, pushing up into a sitting position. "I don't know. We'll do no good by worrying, though. If we're needed, we'll be called back there. For now, we've got work to do."
Lucas nodded, reluctantly, thinking of home and the wife waiting for him. Waiting for far too long for her husband to have free time again, and not knowing the work he was doing -- not understanding his problems. Standing up, he paced the room a little before sitting down on the end of Cavennaugh's bed, looking at him with eyes like a little puppy.
Like a puppy, you couldn't kick Lucas, or snap at him, not really. Cavennaugh certainly couldn't, anyway. He smiled.
"It'll be okay," he said, softly, putting his hand on Lucas' shoulder. And then -- it happened.
It wasn't a particularly passionate kiss, or a friendly kiss, but something caught in between, something simple and comforting and precious, sudden and strange, unimportant but terribly important, a moment that stuck between them both forever, sometimes letting them be close, sometimes shoving distance between them at all the wrong times.
But for then, it felt perfect. Lucas relaxed a little and Cavennaugh flopped back onto the bed and resumed his count of the cracks.