[CLOSED] nothing but broke promises.

[connor crayze sykes]

"I-I would like that.." He smiled faintly, tracing his figers over Deacon's chest and gradually closing his eyes again. He literally felt no pain for once, and it was nice. He just wished it wasn't temporary. Shifting his weight some more, he bit his lip. "I-I'm sorry I got upset last night...I was tired, sc-cared..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"Then that's gonna be how we spend our honeymoon. As soon as you're feeling better." He kissed the top of his head, watching his hand move up and down his chest.

"Don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault. I was tired, you were tired. It was a really long night. Don't be sorry." He tipped his chin back, kissing his nose. He rubbed his back slowly, closing his eyes as he leaned back. He wished he could spend the rest of Connor's time here with him without a care in the world.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled. "S-sounds like a plan.." He murmured softly. He nodded at Deacon's words. "I'm st-till sorry..." Stretching a bit more, he let out a long, slow breath, hugged Deacon tight. He reached up, playing with Deacon's hair before touching his lips, unaware of his fever since the cold flashes had been tampered by the heat of blankets. He smiled faintly again.

[deacon reid rudman]

"I know." He smiled, opening his mouth when Connor touched his lips. He sucked on his finger slowly, then let it go, leaning down to kiss him gently.

"You're kinda warm. You want some Tylenol?" He asked, reaching up to lace their fingers together. He kissed his nose gently again. "I can get it when I get up to call the hospital." He squeezed his hand gently, shifting a bit under the blanket. He had nothing on, and was all too aware of Connor's overly warm body.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed in amusement, wiping his finger in Deacon's hair. "Ew." He kissed him gently. "A-am I..? Sure..." He kissed his cheek, keeping curled up as close as he could, his breaths slow and relaxed. "Mm..y-you're amazing...." He searched his face, fingers touching beneath Deacon's bottom lip, then across his cheek. "Perf-fect..."

[deacon reid rudman]

"You sure didn't mind when I had my mouth on something else." He teased, squeezing his hip gently. He smiled at his compliment, pushing him gently onto his back. He kissed him deeply, and decided he needed to go get his medicine before something happened.

"I'm only perfect because that's how you made me." He smiled, then climbed out of bed. He pulled on his pants, and started down the stairs, grabbing the bottle from the cabinet and his phone from the counter. He got him a glass of water and started up the stairs.

"Uh, no. I need to know when she can com-.. Oh." He handed Connor the bottle and his glass of water. "If she isn't better by tomorrow, just.. send her home, I guess." He said, then hung up the phone. "They said she's a lot worse since yesterday. We might have to take her home and force her into a coma so she can get better."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor blushed, stuck his tongue out. "Deaconnn," He groaned in complaint, huffing as he was rolled onto his back. He stretched up to kiss him gently, then watched him go and come back. Taking the pills and water, he swallowed them, then reached for his tranxene and new medication, taking two of each as well before setting his empty glass down. He swallowed at the words, biting a his lip in worry. "Oh..." He murmured. He wanted to go see her, but wasn't sure he wanted to sit in the hospital again.

[deacon reid rudman]

"It happens when you're immortal. Like if I caught the plague, you'd have to put me under. Because it's supposed to kill you. But our bodies can't die, so we just keep going and going until we're eventually mentally dead in a body that won't die. She'll be okay." He kissed his forehead, climbing back into bed. But he didn't dare take his pants off, needing something between him and Connor.

"I wonder if her hair is going to stay red. It was blonde when she was born. And now it's red as fuck. I think she's cute with it. Especially the little curls she's getting. Almost makes me want another baby." He opened his arms for Connor to curl close.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor nodded, relaxing some. He watched Deacon climb back into the bed, and gladly curled up on his chest again. "Y-yeah..she's adorable." He smiled at Deacon's next words, desperately wishing to say they could adopt. But they couldn't if he was going to die on them. He bit his lip guiltily. "I n-never imagined being considered a father.." He whispered softly. "Let alone a-at age seventeen...f-figured I'd die 'fore I had a family..." He kissed him softly. "You've given m-me everything... If there's an-nother baby out there you c-can touch, go for it.." He hugged him tight.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Nope. Just you and Bandit. Everyone else gets dizzy and passes out when I touch them. Or they die. You two are the only people I get to take care of." He hugged him close, rubbing his back gently. He didn't want to admit he was terrified of having another baby, too. Bandit was easy, she didn't need much attention. She didn't even have to eat if she didn't want to. But another baby would.

"You're always gonna be Bandit's daddy. She loves you so much. She would be heart broken if you didn't want her anymore. I think she likes you more than me." He kissed his forehead gently.