“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against her hair, and she stifles a sob against his shirt.
“I didn’t miss you.”
He smiles. “No?”
“Nope.” Her voice breaks. “I didn’t even notice you were gone.”
There are a thousand things they’ll have to talk about, and soon, but for now, he simply runs his fingers through her hair, letting the simple touch soothe both of them. She holds him so tightly it hurts, especially where he still has bruises, but you couldn’t pay him to tell her that.
If he’s lucky, maybe they’ll never have to let go again.
... 27+95 for Paperhack? I know you haven't been in the fandom in awhile and may not want to write them, so ABSOLUTELY NO PRESSURE. Just throwing that out there. As a possibility.
You fine, girl. XD Geez, it’s been ages since MacGyver… I miss select episodes of season 1.
27.) Sick/Injured Fic95.) Sleep Intimacy
OOOOOHOHOHOOO. You choose good combos, my friend.
K, so, this would be so fluffy. Like yeah, Mac leaped into a deep body of water and is soaked to the bone and got a fractured arm, but behind worried scoldings (”What on Earth were you thinking, Mac?” “I was thinking… it would work?” “If you weren’t already hurt, I’d smack you.”) there’s gentle jabs and teasing, fond eye rolls, subtle flirting. Riley brings Mac home, cuz he can’t drive one handed or do several other things despite how much he says it’ll be fine.
As soon as Mac is home, he just wants to shower and go to bed. Riley forces him to eat something before he gets any sleep (”Riley, really, I’m not-” “Jack said his phone was still working after the hell it went through, right? Maybe I should test it. We can tell him how you’re doing while we’re at it.” “… You wouldn’t.” “TRY ME.”). When Mac goes to his bedroom, Riley follows him, to make sure he’s good. He says for the thousandth time he is. He gets into bed.
Riley plops down next to him and Mac has never been more confused. “Ummm?”
She raises an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“You’re… in my bed.”
“Yes?”
“… Do you plan on leaving?”
“Nope.”
And Riley snuggles up next to him and oooh, Mac is trying very hard to keep his face from turning red. “Wh-What are you…?”
“You fell into a lake, remember? A very cold one, in fact. And you’re not getting hypothermia on my watch.”
Mac starts to tell her he’s not as risk of hypothermia, then closes his mouth. Riley pulls the blankets up around them and rests her head on his chest, and maybe she’s trying to hide her blushing too.
After a few moments of silence, Mac speaks. “Thanks.”
It isn’t an insult, not by a long shot; she’s grinning, hair half in her face from the whipping wind, eyes shining with a childlike delight that seems out of place on her, and for the first time, Mac sees what Bozer saw the moment he met this girl.
“So I’ve been told,” he quips, pulling a paper clip out of his pocket to fiddle with. Otherwise, he’ll do something silly, like brush her hair out of her face.
Distantly, he’s aware of Jack eyeing him suspiciously. The man always has known him too well.
