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TDIR: Dreams
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Bran/Barney
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Bran and Barney in a comfortable moment. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"What are you painting?"
Barney jumped a little when Bran spoke, tensing a little as Bran's arms slipped around him. He smiled, though, quickly relaxing again and leaning back against him. It was nice, he thought: nice to just stand there like that, feeling Bran warm all along his back, and neither of them in any particular hurry to do anything else. Bran nipped at his earlobe lightly.
"You deaf, cariad? I asked you what you're so busy painting."
"Oh," Barney said, feeling a little stupid. He put his paintbrush down out of the way and looked up at the painting. "Just something I dream about a lot."
Bran nods slightly, nuzzling against his neck. After a moment, he speaks, his voice oddly subdued. "Funny, though... I think I've dreamt about that, too."
"Oh," Barney said again, but he was more interested in the nuzzling and cuddling. He twisted round to kiss Bran softly. "Shall we get fish and chips for dinner?"
"I was about to suggest something like that," Bran agreed, and there was a note of relief in his voice, as if he was glad to change the subject. "I'll go out and get it, if you want to keep painting."
"You're an angel."
Bran laughed. Barney closed his eyes and savoured for a moment longer the feeling of being held, before Bran pulled away, leaving him feeling colder. "I won't be long, so don't get too caught up."
"Mmmhmm," Barney said. He caught Bran's sleeve and pulled him back for another kiss, this one slow and sweet. "Don't be long."
Bran smirked. "How could I stay away from you?"
Pairing: Bran/Barney
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Bran and Barney in a comfortable moment. For
fic_on_demand."What are you painting?"
Barney jumped a little when Bran spoke, tensing a little as Bran's arms slipped around him. He smiled, though, quickly relaxing again and leaning back against him. It was nice, he thought: nice to just stand there like that, feeling Bran warm all along his back, and neither of them in any particular hurry to do anything else. Bran nipped at his earlobe lightly.
"You deaf, cariad? I asked you what you're so busy painting."
"Oh," Barney said, feeling a little stupid. He put his paintbrush down out of the way and looked up at the painting. "Just something I dream about a lot."
Bran nods slightly, nuzzling against his neck. After a moment, he speaks, his voice oddly subdued. "Funny, though... I think I've dreamt about that, too."
"Oh," Barney said again, but he was more interested in the nuzzling and cuddling. He twisted round to kiss Bran softly. "Shall we get fish and chips for dinner?"
"I was about to suggest something like that," Bran agreed, and there was a note of relief in his voice, as if he was glad to change the subject. "I'll go out and get it, if you want to keep painting."
"You're an angel."
Bran laughed. Barney closed his eyes and savoured for a moment longer the feeling of being held, before Bran pulled away, leaving him feeling colder. "I won't be long, so don't get too caught up."
"Mmmhmm," Barney said. He caught Bran's sleeve and pulled him back for another kiss, this one slow and sweet. "Don't be long."
Bran smirked. "How could I stay away from you?"