bakerstreet | Hurt Comfort Meme

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort
is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional
distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The
injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the
characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captived and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case s, someone else can clearly see
you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.

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I'll stock up on Vitamin C. [He says before leaning in to kiss him softly.]

[ the hand that had been just lying on Eames' chest before curls into the material of his shirt; there's not much strength behind it, but arthur's pulling eames closer, wants more contact, closer, just more.

moving his lips against eames', just the barest hint of pressure.

once the kiss ends, arthur doesn't move away. ] Make sure that you do.

[He breathes out slowly and just looks down at him.]

I will. [And then he leans in again, his hand tightening on Arthur's shoulder, catching his lower lip in his own.]

[ arthur keeps his eyes closed, no longer in order to alleviate the headache but because eames is so close and he wants to feel all there is. as gorgeous as eames is, as much as arthur likes to look (and has only sometimes allowed himself to), he's categorised the curve of eames' lips, his jawline, the fall of his hair, but he's never felt those things and tasted and touched and for now, those senses take precedence.

he still feels sick, throat and head hurting, but it seems faded now in comparison.

to hell with infections. he's wanted this for such a long time. brushing his tongue against eames' lips, just briefly, then again. ]

[He's just breathing in Arthur, letting himself have this moment as complicated as things may or may get. Right now it doesn't matter. He opens his mouth to Arthur his own tongue slipping to meet the other man's. His hand moves up Arthur's back to his neck and pulls him closer.]

[ arthur shifts a little, turning his body so he can lean into eames, so they can be closer, fingers finding the v where eames' shirt buttons are open (it used to drive him crazy, the casualty of it and the fact that he wasn't allowed to touch), hand splaying over as much naked skin as he can find.

turning his head aside for just a moment, suppressing a cough, catching his breath, and isn't it unfair that they do this now, while he's sick, while he can't enjoy it as much as he would otherwise (which isn't to say he doesn't enjoy it, that would be a lie). just as quickly, though, he's mouthing alongside eames' jawline until he finds his lips again. ]

[The feel of his touch is enough to make his own eyes clothes. And even when he coughs, Eames' grasp doesn't let up. He's not surprised it happened now. Something that would finally breakdown their barriers, let them be open and vulnerable around one another.

He leans back on the couch just enough to get comfortable, taking Arthur with him to support both of their weights. Eames breathes out against him as he presses Arthur's chest to his.]

[ arthur shifts, letting eames pull him along but moving so that he's effectively straddling eames' lap, knees on either side of eames' legs. for a moment, then, he doesn't move, just leaning against eames. they're allowed the proximity, now. ]

[He lays back and watches Arthur, the way his body is over him. Arms propping him up, he moves to kiss him deeply again. He didn't want to push, not with the state Arthur was in, but just kissing him like this was more than enough.]

[ arthur lets himself fall into it, trusting eames to hold them up, trusting eames to take care of him in this as well.

eames' chest is right there and for a moment, arthur is so tempted to simply stay where he is, rest his head on eames' shoulder again and sleep, but he doesn't want to miss the kisses, doesn't want to miss a single moment of this. not when it's still so new, so— breakable, perhaps.

returning the kiss just as deeply, running his tongue slowly over eames' lower lip. until he has to turn away again to stifle a cough. ]

[As amazing as this was, as amazing of feeling Arthur's body on him and feeling his lips on his, tasting Arthur and taking in him and all that he was, as truly wonderful as it was, Arthur was still sick.

Eames pulled away and looked at him.] Rest. Just lay here. I'll be here just like this when you wake up.

You'll get bored. [ Arthur isn't quite certain whether that's speaking only about the time period Eames will likely spend staring at the ceiling while Arthur napped on him, or— more.

He does, however, settle more comfortably against Eames and put his head on his chest, closing his eyes. ]

I'm here. [His tone was soft, but his words were definite. Eames had no plans, and if he fell asleep, too, so be it. This was too good to ruin.]

[ Arthur finds himself smiling into Eames' shirt, drowsy.

Muttered: ] Good.

[He just hums and brushes more hair off Arthur's forehead.]

[ Arthur shifts into the touch, but it's a slow, almost languid movement. ]

[Eames lets Arthur get situated, one hand on his back to keep him secure.]

[ There's nothing quite like the proximity of another human being that one (however, tentatively) trusts and cares for. Arthur feels himself relax against Eames, limbs growing heavy, slowly but surely falling asleep. ]

[He stills underneath him, just laying with him and relaxing in the moment.]

[ burrowing closer to the source of heat that is eames while he sleeps. ]

[He'll just lay here, pretty content.]

[ sleeping surprisingly peacefully. ]

Hurt Comfort Meme

me, too

glad to hear it u.u

luv~

/bookmarking this forever brb

I hope my Eames is okay /hides

he's wonderful and i'm so glad we kept at this thread alskjsjkld and i hope arthur isn't terrible ;;

OF COURSE HE ISN'T. :3 sddfg

akdjanngh good. also hi. i'm tona and i'm a little in love with your eames u.u

oh. good. /so nervous

bwah, don't be <3 ............ and now i must go sleep, whyyy timezones are evil

boo. I'll probs be on when you wake up

sob even if i go and sleep in? ;;

yeah, i was out

good morning! :D

afternoon!

more like evening :D (9.15 PM) timezones, seriously...

it's 5:30 here

oh. not so much morning then, my bad ;;

it's the thought that counts

bwah i don't want this to end ;;

WE CAN MUSEBOX. Also you were just pinged on my plurk, because I got Arthurs mixed up

..... plurk tells me nothing o_O i'm chatona on plurk, if that helps? idk idk.