bakerstreet | A little bit of h/c smut for your week.

A little bit of h/c smut for your week.

hurt/comfort smut;
meme

Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness;

The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love.

This post can provide that, too.

Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step.

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Rey doesn't really read any meaning into it other than the fact that he's comfortable enough to offer it, and without backtracking or attempting to quantify exactly what he meant by it.

And that is perfectly fine. It's not as though they could know what tomorrow was going to bring, much less months or years in the future. It was for better to concentrate on the here and now instead.

She doesn't mind the stubble, really. It isn't the first time she's seen it, and it certainly isn't the first time she's felt it, although the last time it wasn't her fingers that it was scratching against. Scruffy or no, she's always found him attractive. Now was certainly not the exception to the rule.

She sighs happily, all but forgetting the constant pounding of her head. "How are you feeling?", she ventures. He's asked about her, now it's her turn to check up on him.

"I'm a little tired, but I'll be alright."

Han never sleeps especially heavily. More often than not, he isn't asleep for more than a couple of hours (2 or 3) at any given point. Which means that he spends a lot of time laying awake during 'scheduled rests'. It's something he hid more easily when he wasn't at her side as often as he is now.

"I worried." He admits. To better examine her head, they needed to undo the distinctive 'ponytails' from Rey's hair earlier and Han always seems to forget how long the dark brown strands of her hair are, until he sees it down again. He brushes through it a little bit with his own hand. Mindful of her head as he does so.

"But I instantly felt better, when I felt you reach out to touch me."

In all likelihood, he's probably far more tired than that. But if she's playing down her pain, he's definitely playing down his exhaustion. There probably isn't any reason to argue the point - now that they're as comfortable as possible in the small bunk, nothing else matters.

Rey wasn't much of a heavy sleeper, either, couldn't be, when there'd always been the threat of someone trying to break into her home, no matter how well she'd secured it. The same threat doesn't exist here, but old habits were hard to break. Occasionally, she'd wake and find Han awake, and although she'd never prod and push, she could offer the comfort of her arms around him, holding tight.

"I know", she answers, her voice little louder than a whisper. "You still are. I know it."

The lump on her head still hurts, and she holds her breath as he brushes his hand through her hair, although he does it so gently that it doesn't end up hurting her all the more. he never would - she trusts that implicitly.

"I'm sorry - I didn't want to worry you."

Among the things that he did take note of was where the bump on her head was. A number of pillows were creatively arranged so that she didn't have to be lying on the bump, while she rested, for most of the time. And now that his hands are there, he knows the general area not to be in.

But even in being that careful, it still probably wasn't a good idea to be touching her head. He just ... needed to be affectionate right then and his touch didn't seem to cause too much pain, thankfully.

"I'm sorry a crate fell on you while you were working for me." He says with a sigh and a shrug. "Why don't you show me how I can hold you so that it doesn't hurt too much?"

It's tender, but not so much that she can't put any pressure at all on or near it - although it probably is a good idea to let it alone so that it can heal properly. Still, she's pleased once the pillows are arranged just so and she can rest heavily against them, no worries about bumping her head or inadvertently exacerbating an already persistent ache.

Rey needs it too - some affection, the reassurance that being together brings. There are things to be done, she's certain, but she'll be selfish for a little while longer and keep Han with her for as long as possible - as though he hasn't spent enough time by her side already.

"It could have been worse", she answers, and it's supposed to be a nonchalant answer, but they both know the truth in the statement. But she doesn't say much else while she helps him adjust the arm wrapped around her. "Not so tight around the ribs - still hurts there, too."

Not to be flippant, especially on something that relates to her well-being, but he doesn't see the point in dwelling for very long in guilt on either side. Or that there's a good reason for trying to convince each other who was more at fault. He'd been awake and dwelling far too long in depressing thoughts already.

"So lower, do you think?" And he illustrates as much by setting his hands lightly around her middle. "Or higher? You can put these hands wherever you'd like, Rey."

Gentle is his aim here. Close as he can be while still being fairly gentle. Because he knows how to handle her while she's well, but he'd really at a loss for how to treat her after she'd been knocked around like she has. And she's a far better judge for what she can handle right now than he is.

It's probably a moot point now - there's no taking the accident back, she's well on way to recovering, and there's only so much apologizing that can be done before it all starts sounding repetitive. Best to concentrate on positive things - and being close is definitely a good thing.

Here - she smiles as she huffs out a soft breath. "Oh, that could be a dangerous thing to tell me, Captain. I always enjoy your hands on me." Despite the joking, she is taking the situation very seriously, too. "Lower. Lower feels better."

They might need to keep the gentle treatment up for a while, at least until the bruises heal, which is honestly not a problem for her at all - she likes being treated as gently and tenderly just as much as she likes sometimes, being treated just a little roughly.

Both is good. In this particular circumstance, gentle was best.

"These hands, Rey." He drawls. "These hands are at your disposal even when I don't go out of the way to tell you they are. I hope you know that."

But she says lower and that suits him perfectly fine. His hands rest at her navel and stay there, nice and steady for now. Then he presses himself up a little more firmly against her back. Where he gets comfortable, ultimately, has his lips in perfect position to press a kiss into the back of her neck.

Damnit. He knows fully well what that does to her - not only that voice, but the words, too, which cause a very pleasant fluttery sensation in the pit of her belly that is clearly not hunger. "Oh, I think I had a pretty good idea of that already, what, with the way you're so good at using them against me."

His hands eventually settle, and where they settle is definitely good - low enough to ensure that her ribs are free of pain, and warm enough to distract her from whatever aches she's still feeling.

But it's the way he shifts all the closer, and that kiss, however small that keeps her attention fully on Han and their closeness, and how happy she is that he's stayed. "Keep that up and I'll start thinking all about the sorts of things they can do now."

"I'm pressing my lips against you and you're still thinking about what my hands can do?" He says with a sly smile. Not that she's able to see it from the way they're positioned right now. "Must be a good pair of hands."

He's convinced himself that his mouth is already impressive. It seems as if most have agreed, though nobody has come out and said that exactly. He's had to base that mainly upon reactions.

Still. Since it's his hands she's fond of, he'll start making better use of them. He dips them lower and underneath her clothes. His rough fingers trace mindless shapes along the line of her pelvic bone.

"Trust me, I'm thinking about a lot of things, your mouth included - ", she replies, her voice clearly fond and amused all at once, even if she doesn't laugh like she normally would, too afraid to jostle her ribs and ruining the mood. "But your hands feel so good there. Warm. Strong. Yeah, they're good hands."

While she'd hate to think about how many might have experienced his mouth firsthand, she'd have to say that in her particular experience, Han is quite talented with it - speaking and other things alike.

She sighs then, allowing her body to relax more fully against him, eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in each slow, deliberate brush of his fingers against her skin. "I like that."

The fact that he's a well-traveled man of the galaxy bothers her, eh? He'd be surprised by that because he doesn't think much about his previous partners apart from one. And it's not as if Rey will have to worry all that much about competition from Bria because she's dead.

"Mmmm." A thoughtful rumble. More to let her know that he hear her word even though he doesn't have a particular response to it. Since she's fond of his hand there, he won't stop. "It's not too much for you right now?"

It's not so much that - obviously, he's lived a life well before meeting her, and she knows that. She just doesn't want to think of anyone else experiencing the same sorts of pleasures that he shares with her. Those were for the two of them and the two of them alone.

She can't be jealous of the past - and hasn't had many opportunities to be jealous in the present ... except for when they'd inadvertently run into Sana, and that was less about jealousy and more about trying to keep from getting blasted into oblivion.

She trusts in their relationship - has no reason not to.

"No", she murmurs, her content tinging her voice. "No, it's not too much. Feels good."

There wasn't much of a 'relationship' with Sana to speak of, despite what she'd say and therefore, little to be jealous of. Funny, the way she loves to go on and on about what a deceitful scumbag he is, but she feels perfectly comfortable claiming that she's his wife when she's not.

Not that you needed to know that much about Sana to tell she's nuts. The confrontation in the hall speaks to that just fine, Han figures.

"And what about if I keep touching like this and if I start kissing you too?" He makes another slow kiss along the base of her neck, near where it meets with the shoulder.

Realistically, Rey knows that Sana was ... well, a little bit unhinged. But in the heat of the moment, she'd absolutely fallen victim to feeling, in all honesty, more than a little bit hurt. That's in the past, too, and it's probably best not to linger overlong on their little ... skirmish.

She only hopes that they won't have a redux of that meeting anytime soon. And for the moment, there are so many better things to think about, such as the question that Han poses to her, and the combination of fingers and mouth being used against her, which is always the quickest way to make her weak.

Good thing they're already in the bunk.

"I think - ", she starts, unable to keep a shiver from rolling over her from head to foot, "I want you to do that some more. Want you to touch me all over."

All over. The first impulse for Han, when a woman wants to be felt up all over, is to trace the over their sides with his hands - to be reminded of the curves of their figure. Not a good way to touch someone with a rib injury, though. And he lifts his hand up to do just that ... then he remembers.

So he moves his hands to Rey's chest. Settling on the sternum first. She might or might not have noticed that they changed her into a loose shirt after the droid had done its exam. It was hard enough to take the clothes she had been wearing off in the first place while she was unconscious so, he wasn't keen to try to get them back on her. Easier just to put her in one of his.

It has him reaching into his own shirt to touch her skin. One kiss becoming multiple kisses, over her collarbone.

Rey really rather likes being felt up the Han Solo way - unfortunately, bruised ribs, no matter how slightly they are bruised, are not conducive to those particular tricks of the trade tonight. Soon, perhaps, but for the moment, they were still too tender.

The detour, however, is just as lovely, especially when she finally notices that instead of her own selection of meager clothing, she's clad in one of his shirts, long and loose and, as it turns out, easy to slide his hands underneath in order to touch just bare skin.

She sighs again, louder, a bit more brokenly than before, shifting just enough to be able to lift a hand and get her fingers in his hair once again - gentle combing motions soon (unconsciously) turning to a tug here and there, hopefully more than enough proof that she appreciates and adores the tender, cautious ministrations.

On the one hand, he feels a little bit bad for being all ... intimate, he supposes, while she's healing. As comfortable as he is with the label of scoundrel, this might be pushing it. She should be resting. He should be letting her rest. She's sore and likely groggy from everything and here he is, with his hand on her breast. His lips at her throat.

But she did invite him back to bed. And she did ask to be touched and kissed. There are few things that say 'I'm going to be okay' like loving and being loved by your partner. Rey still responds to him in all the ways she usually does.

There's nothing to feel bad about - Rey wouldn't have asked for any of this if she didn't feel up to it. And as long as they're careful, she'll be just fine. It should be clear in the way that she sighs those same quiet little sighs and the way her body naturally seeks out all the more contact with his that despite her injuries, she still wants him exactly as she had before.

She'd never would have willingly risked making her injuries worse for the sale of a little intimacy. Of course she's getting something out of it, but at the same time, it's about reconnecting and reassurance, as well. It was about making whatever worries remain disappear. It was the best way that she could think of to show that she was well on the way to full recovery.

A soft little groan escapes her lips even as she arched her back just so, just enough to press against his open palm all the more fully.

Han's still wearing all his clothes, apart from his boots, that he was wearing when the crates fell over. Does it say something about the state of mind that he was in, even having her resting right there in the very room he could change in and just a few feet away, that he still didn't bother to? Probably.

Even through those layers, he feels her pressing up on him. For when she arches back, there's nowhere else for her to go, but into him. Seeking out his hand. Wanting to be close to him. It definitely beats wondering if she was going to be okay.

The hand wants to offer her more touches. The roughest part of his body against one of the softest parts of hers. He wraps his fingers around the underside of the soft flesh while rubbing his thumb against her nipple. Those lips of his, which have been diligently kissing her take a short rest, but have him sighing softly in her ear.

It says a lot about him that completely turns his carefully crafted image as a scoundrel right on it's side. Rey could offer her thanks every day for the rest of her life and never feel as though she's shown just how grateful she is for the way he's taken care of her and stayed with her and dine everything in his power to make sure that she'd be okay. She'll never find the correct words. But she hopes that he knows, anyway.

Its as easy and as natural as breathing, the way she seeks out all the more contact. Not only is it comforting to be so close, it also affords her the opportunity to tease him a bit, too, even though her position doesn't give her much room to do more than offer some friction, the promise of what was to come.

She loves his hands - the size, the heat, the roughness underneath the tenderness, the way they make her feel so small when they splay out against her skin. He can coax her body into responding immediately, and right now, her body is nearly singing with each touch.

His breath against her ear, and she shudders in response. "You feel so good -", she starts, her voice unsteady. "Please don't stop."

He's got a tendency to be very loyal to the people who do right by him. Han being who he is, would probably be right there with her trying to see her back to health even if he didn't feel romantically for her. He certainly wants her to feel cared for by him. Though not indebted to him, per se.

"Don't stop, huh?" He says, nearly out of breath from the heavy petting and kissing and especially, the addition of her rubbing against him. "Not sure that I could with you being so into it."

He gets a good grip upon her breast and plays with the tender skin. He doesn't hesitate after a moment to grab hard and make the flesh feel the pressure of his hand. Because if he's going to grope her right now, it's going to be an all in sort of gesture. So that when his hand moves away, which it does after a moment to tease it's twin, he wants some of the sensation of what he's done to linger.

If circumstances were different, and they weren't involved, she'd probably feel just as strongly about waking up to find him at her side - just as grateful for being cared for, just as touched to be checked up on.

It's not that she feels indebted, it's that she doesn't know how to express her gratitude in the right ways. Saying 'thank you' doesn't seem like quite enough. But for the moment, it was going to have to do.

She loves when his voice gets so breathless like that, and she gasps softly, all the while keeping up with the motions of her body, a bit more insistent than before, wanting to hear it break all more, for her and because of her, and drawing her deeper into her own pleasure.

She needs it. Needs this and Han and feeling alive again. And hopefully the pleased, stuttering moan that slips past her lips once he grips her harder, not quite hard enough to leave the marks she sometimes craves, but more than firmly enough to leave the feel lingering for quite some time afterward. "And this - this is ... oh! - j - just the beginning."

Of course, she likes to see her effects on him. He can be so guarded with personal details. Often quick to hide his feelings. Too cool to come out and say that he cares half the time. At least making his breath heavy and making him sweat is undeniable and real. And she is the clear cause.

As it is, anything that shows Han that Rey is on her way to being exactly as she ways before he had to see her laying there, unresponsive for more than a day is going to make him feel better. Not as if he wasn't aware of how tough she was before now, but the effort she's putting into grinding right now, considering what she's been through recently ... it's impressive to him.

He bites down on his lower lip and he exhales deeply. When he's sure to have given equal attention both her breasts, he's going to carefully return his hand to her hip, making sure to avoid the injured zone of her ribs.

"Yeah?" He says and then pauses for a moment. "What are we gonna do?"

She knows what he feels for her ~~(somewhat, as they've never really come out with the whole truth about it yet)~~, and even so, the hardest things to say have stayed unsaid. But there is no holding back physical reactions, and no denying what causes them. Rey takes great pleasure in knowing that it's her.

Soon enough, she'll find her way back to normal. For the moment, she's bound and determined to prove that while he has to be careful with her more than usual, she's more than capable to take part in some of their usual activities. Not fragile. Not broken. A day or so of some unconsciousness isn't going to lessen her desire, her need for him.

It takes a bit to really process the question, but eventually, she thinks she has a few good ideas to share. "We could - maybe like this? Or ... my legs over your shoulders? We'd keep pressure off of my ribs then."

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