[ quiet worry / james wesley ]
title: quiet worry / james wesley
prompts: “are... are you awake? did you fall asleep already?” + “i don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. you look splendid.”
“i don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. you look splendid,” james said, appearing behind you in the mirror and resting his chin on your shoulder, pressing a light, chaste kiss to your neck as he did so.
you leaned your cheek against his temple, sighing. “are you sure? i feel like i just don’t look right.”
the man’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “i’m completely sure. now, come on. we don’t want to be late.”
you smiled lightly and turned your head to kiss him quickly. “you’re right, as always. let’s go.”
he took you by the arm and led you to the car parked on the curb in front of the apartment building. the night was spent at a wonderful dinner party, hosted by your lover’s boss. there were drinks and laughs, plenty to satiate you for a while until the next party james dragged you to.
at the end of the party, when things were beginning to die down and people were beginning to leave, thanking wilson for a wonderful night, you were ready to go home with them, ready to be swept into the many comfortable blankets awaiting your return to the shared apartment.
“it’s always good to see you, [name]. i’m glad you came with james,” fisk said as he walked you and james to the door.
“me, too. your parties are never less than extravagant. thank you for having me,” you replied, smiling as much as you could in your tired state.
“it’s my pleasure,” he answered, bowing his head. “james, i’ll see you tomorrow morning?”
“of course, sir. goodnight,” the man in question answered.
the night air was chilly as you stepped out onto the sidewalk. james rested his jacket on your shoulders, something he did out of habit, even when it wasn’t chilly. he followed you into the car, telling the driver to take the two of you straight home.
it was only a matter of minutes before you were in a comfortable pair of pajamas and curled under the comforter on the bed. the two of you laid in silence, backs to each other as you sought sleep. the slight rasp of his breathing was familiar and pulled you slowly towards the dark sea of unconsciousness.
“[name], are… are you awake? did you fall asleep already?” james’ voice came, breaking the sleepy tranquility that had made its home in the room.
you turned over in bed, shuffling the blankets slightly. “no, not yet.”
the man followed suit, turning to face you. his face looked older in the dark of the bedroom; the creases in his skin were more pronounced by the shadows cast. you lifted a hand out from under the blanket and raised it to rest on his cheek, running your thumb across his cheekbone.
he let out a sigh, placing his own hand on top of yours, keeping it pressed to him. he wasn’t usually like this, only when things were on his mind.
“things at work are tense.” he was quiet, conveying a certain concern that was weighing him down. “i don’t know what is going to happen, but… i do want you to know that i love you. i don’t say it as often as i should, but i do.”
you smiled gently, leaning your face in to press a kiss to his nose. “i know. i love you, too.”
james’ own lips quirked up as you turned back over. he wrapped an arm around your waist and scooted closer to you, kissing the back of your head. in the black serenity of the bedroom, he figured it was just easier to focus on the current moment instead of worrying about what would happen in the future.
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