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TDIR: You're The Storm That I've Been Needing
Fandom: The Dark is Rising
Main characters: Will, Bran
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Will/Bran
Contains: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: Bran never figured into his plans. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darthanne.
Notes: Title from the Cardigans' song, You're The Storm.
Bran doesn't know anything -- he can't know anything -- but he knows Will, and Will's never been able to hide from him. So when he kisses Will, he kisses Will exactly how he knows he wants to be kissed. He starts it off slow, slow and careful, his hands cupping the sides of Will's face, but then his hands move into Will's hair, restless, touching him more, drawing him in closer. And then he's kissing Will harder, drawing a passion out of him that would surprise anyone but Bran himself, making him clutch at Bran too, makes the hard knot of tension and secrecy he's always carrying loosen a little and then finally break.
He'd planned for something so different to this. He'd never planned for passion, for the wild abandon of Bran's kiss, he'd never planned for a life that contained another person, but suddenly Bran swept in and tore all that down and pushed himself into the picture, and Will couldn't believe he'd ever wanted anything else.
"Come with me," he said, urgent, into the hard press of their mouths, and Bran's fingers had tightened in his hair and he hadn't needed to say anything.
Main characters: Will, Bran
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Will/Bran
Contains: Sap
Rating: G
Summary: Bran never figured into his plans. For
darthanne.Notes: Title from the Cardigans' song, You're The Storm.
Bran doesn't know anything -- he can't know anything -- but he knows Will, and Will's never been able to hide from him. So when he kisses Will, he kisses Will exactly how he knows he wants to be kissed. He starts it off slow, slow and careful, his hands cupping the sides of Will's face, but then his hands move into Will's hair, restless, touching him more, drawing him in closer. And then he's kissing Will harder, drawing a passion out of him that would surprise anyone but Bran himself, making him clutch at Bran too, makes the hard knot of tension and secrecy he's always carrying loosen a little and then finally break.
He'd planned for something so different to this. He'd never planned for passion, for the wild abandon of Bran's kiss, he'd never planned for a life that contained another person, but suddenly Bran swept in and tore all that down and pushed himself into the picture, and Will couldn't believe he'd ever wanted anything else.
"Come with me," he said, urgent, into the hard press of their mouths, and Bran's fingers had tightened in his hair and he hadn't needed to say anything.