miami_vice (miami_vice) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-05-19 21:31:00 |
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Current mood: | crappy |
Entry tags: | apollo, david wood, dionysus, elton nius |
Who: Elton and D
What: TLC
Where: D's Apartment
When: After D leaves the big war meeting
Warnings: Fluff
Dionysus could barely work his keys as he returned to his apartment, weary from his vision at the war council. He pushed the door open, slipping in before it shut behind him. He groaned, collapsing to the tiled kitchen floor. He curled up there, closing his eyes.
Elton glanced at the clock on the corner of his computer screen as he heard the door close. It was just shy of being late, which meant it was just a little too early for D to be coming home...which meant one of two things. Either something was wrong, or he'd been really horny and decided to skip out on work.
When he didn't hear any other noise, he decided that the latter option was not the case, and made his way towards the kitchen to investigate. Uhm. "...D?"
"Nnnhn..." D whimpered, wrapping his arms around himself. The floor was cold.
Well. This was...certainly worse-case scenario stuff. Even though D didn't appear to be injured at first glance, the fact that he was in the fetal position on the floor wasn't promising.
He dropped to his knees beside the other man and attempted to do a more thourough check for injuries. "Hey...what happened? You okay?"
D glanced up. Oh right. Elton. He closed his eyes again, trying to compose himself. "Yeah. Just tired."
"Do you think I'm stupid or something? If you were just tired you'd at least aim for a couch instead of the fucking kitchen floor..." he said, slightly irritated that D seemed to think he was dumb enough to fall for such a lame excuse.
D winced. "Shhh. My head fucking hurts..."
He reached out to pet D's hair, offering just the slightest bit of healing energy at the same time; enough to at least dull the pain, as any more would probably raise suspicion. "Sorry."
D relaxed a bit, nuzzling into Elton's hand. "S'okay..." Feeling a little better now, he pushed himself up to sitting.
Pet pet. "You hurt anywhere else?" He wasn't sure what he'd do if D was, but it was better to find out than not. "Think you can move?"
"I'm okay..." D replied, pushing himself up to his feet. "I'm okay..."
Glare!
"Don't feed me that. You are totally not okay." He stood and grabbed D's arm to keep him steady. Whether he needed it or not.
D sighed, leaning against Elton. He whined, snuggling up against the other.
"I think I've lived with you long enough now to know when you're okay or not..." Even though he was lost in depression half the time, it would have been a huge feat to not pick up on something like that.
Elton slid his arm around D's waist and started to lead him out of the kitchen.
"Thank you, babe..." D murmured. It was a nice to have someone to come home to sometimes.
He paused long enough to place a quick kiss on D's cheek, then contiuned on into the next room.
As they entered the living room he made an executive decision: they would not be attempting the stairs, so the couch would have to do.
D groaned, sinking onto the couch. He rolled over onto his side, pushing up against the back of the couch. "C'mere bebe..."
He sat down on the edge of the couch and ran his hand through D's hair again. "Can I get you anything?"
"No, just...stay here." D murmured, closing his eyes. "It's been a long day."
"They make you do a lot of paper work today or something?" Elton twisted around so he could lie down in the space left. Nuzzle.
"Too much thinkin'," D replied, pressing his face against Elton's neck.
"Aww~" Too much thinking was never good; Elton knew all about that. Not that it stopped him...
"Sorry if I worried you..." he added softly.
"Only a little. You'll make it up to me later, I'm sure." He grinned, and tilted his head to place a kiss on D's lips. Hee.
D returned the kiss, his lips curling into a grin. "Yeah. Probably. I could even start now~" And, oh yes, that was his tongue.
Elton let the kiss go on for a few minutes longer, then pulled away and attempted to look serious.
"You could, but you're not because you're going to get some rest." Ha!
"Yessir..." D replied, letting out a little chuckle. If he hadn't been so tired, he might've put up a fight, but...he could let Elton win once in awhile.
Smirk. "That's right." It was nice to win again, even if it was such a small battle. He reached up to grab the blanket off the back of the couch and tugged it over them. Kissu~
"G'night," D murmured, letting out a little yawn as he finally allowed himself to rest.
"Nite~" D'aw. He shifted a little closer and tucked his head down. Nap time!
Summary: After D exhausts himself with scrying, it's up to Elton to pick up the pieces.