Re: House: Ben/Ronan
[With No, feeling rises sharp and fast in Ben. There's no doubt that Ronan can take care of it, but anyone that hurts him this much, that caused him this much pain, that made him run away from Ben's presence and come here instead - Ronan can take care of it, but Ben will take care of it. Like that day when he saw those kids following his sister, and jumped in foolishly but without a single regret- yeah, this is a lot like that.
But just as fast as it rises, Ben pushes it aside. Ronan's going to see it anyway, but that's not the focus of now. Now it's making sure he's safe, the warmth of him against his chest, on his thighs, the wetness of tears that move from his cheeks to the side of his throat. He even gives a wane smile at the rasp of Ronan's sleeve that cleans the tears off both of them.
Something tickles at his mind. Awareness, at first, of Ronan being there. Not just reading his thoughts but giving, present in his mind like he was a few hours ago when he reached out. But this is not pain, it's not fear, it's warm and sweet like he's been dipped in honey left out in the sun all day. Love you. I love you.] Oh. [The sound comes out of him, he can feel the passage of air through his throat, the vibration of his voice, but his mind is right there with Ronan's, breathing and beating through the slow blooming picture.
He breathes out slowly, eyes drifting shut as he focused on what Ronan's showing him, sharing with him, and he doesn't even think about it, just turns and slants his mouth so their lips are touching, their breaths shared.] Love you. [Whispered back, and it's the most natural thing in the world to vocally return the sentiment that's already shared between them.]