Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble 476: Cold Turkey
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 20 February 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
“You can’t expect me to just quit cold turkey,” Chris growls. It’s his low, deep, dark, and dangerous voice that Vin has watched make criminals tremble and beg to be returned to their cells.
“Yeah, I can,” the Texan retorts, just as stubborn, “after what the doctor said.” He throws the cheroot he just grabbed out of Chris’ mouth to the ground. Chris moves for it, but Vin stomps it before he can touch it, the heel of his big boot grinding it into the dirt.
Cussing, Chris reaches into his pocket and is about to bring out another, thicker cigar when Vin grabs his wrist and yanks him to him. His body comes up hard against his. Vin quickly wraps his arms around him and holds him tight. Chris won’t stop moving, and Vin knows he’s in danger of being hit. He doesn’t care. He’s not about to let Chris waste his life now that he’s found him.
He silences his cussing by slanting his mouth over his, breathing clean air down his throat, and covering his protesting lips with his own. He kisses him long and hard and only lets up when he feels the anger seep out of Chris, his body turning from tight and rigid to loose in Vin’s strong arms.
“There,” he murmurs against his mouth, his sky blue eyes watching Chris’ green orbs intently. The anger is gone, but he knows it could return at any second. He loves him, but his man isn’t known for being calm under the best of circumstances.
Vin keeps one hand pinned on Chris’ lean waist while stroking his hair with his other hand. “There,” he murmurs in the same voice he used to use to break in foals born in the wild. “Inn’t that better than any old, smelly cigar?”
“I don’t know,” Chris says, his eyes flickering with warning. “Try me again.”
Vin chuckles. “You know which one you prefer,” he tells him but kisses him still. After their second kiss, he asks him, “How about every time you want a cigar, you reach for something better?”
“The only thing I know that’s better is you.”
“Then reach for me. I’ll be here every step of the way,” he vows, caressing Chris’ handsome face between his hands. “I want you to be here for a long time to come. I wanna spend forever with you, luv, an’ I can’t do that if the damn tobacco kills you.”
His words silence Chris. Vin kisses him again, once more long and deep, taking his time, and showing him with the actions of his mouth, tongue, and caressing, roaming hands how much he loves him and means every word he’s said. When he lets up, Chris murmurs, though half out of breath, “I feel a need for a smoke comin’ on.”
Vin smiles down at him. “Shut up,” he says, but the words almost sound like a purr. Holding him close, he kisses him again and again and again.