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Tremble (One Shot)

TITLE: Tremble PAIRING: Chris Evans x Reader  SUMMARY: Chris' anxiety throws him for a loop but you know how to make him feel better WORDS:  2.3 K SONG USED: Oh Baby by LCD Soundsystem WARNINGS: Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, light angst (if you squint), SMUT SMUT SMUT (no one under 18, please!) A/N: This is my first for a couple of things. This is my first smut fic, constructive (read CONSTRUCTIVE) criticism is welcome. (Praise is awesome too lol.) And secondly, this is the first fic I've used with a song running through it. I really enjoyed writing this and loved using the song through it. It might be something I do again in the future.  This is also a submission for @jtargaryen18 's 30 Days of Chris. Thanks to her for hosting such a wonderful writing challenge and it's been super fun this whole month.  This is not to be posted anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs/likes/comments loved and encouraged.  Sort of been proofread. Any grammar mistakes are my own.

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There was a hush in the air that night as you sipped your glass of bourbon out on the back porch of your Boston home you shared with your husband Chris. He was due home in a few hours and you couldn't wait to see him, so you were trying to distract yourself with your favorite spirit and a book that Scarlett had lent to you. You tried to focus on it, you really did. However, as you re-read the same sentence about five times, that was proving to be a fruitless venture. You let out a small huff of restlessness and placed the book down on the patio table before taking a quick sip of your drink and opened up your phone. Maybe catching up on some work emails could distract you enough. Before you could open up the email app, though, you noticed that you had a message. It was from Chris! You smiled and tapped on the icon to open up the message. 

CHRIS: Just touched down, got an earlier flight. Can’t wait to see you. Tour’s been rough. Should be there in about 20-30 mins. 

Your belly was full of butterflies as you read the message. He was going to be home! His arm around you! In twenty minutes! You tapped on the reply button. 

YOU: Yay! I missed you so much babe. Can't wait to see you too! ❤

It had been so long since Chris had been home. You missed the way he sang 80's pop music when he made pesto eggs in the morning, how the bathroom smelled vaguely of his cologne and soap - one of your favorite smells - after a shower, and how he would tickle you into submission after you had any argument with him. You also missed the way he caged his sculpted arms around your head and stroked your hair gently away from your face as he made love to you. God, how you missed sex with Chris; you craved it. Facetime was great, sure, and it helped temper the desire but it could only do so much. It couldn't give you the heat of his body melting into you or how he held you close, almost protectively, as you came down from your orgasm. You couldn't wait to feel him again and would probably jump him as soon as he got home. 

As if Chris could sense that you were thinking about him, you heard the door unlocking and the sound of keys being tossed on the entryway table as well as suitcases and backpack being set down in the foyer, making a noise on the hardwood floor. You excitedly went towards the noise to see your tired husband standing in the foyer.  

"Baby!" You yelled as you ran towards Chris. You threw your arms around his neck and drew him close to you as you nuzzled your cheek to his shoulder, smelling his cologne and feeling the soft fabric of his shirt on your cheek. He grabbed you back in turn and buried his face into your neck and clung onto you, taking fistfuls of your shirt into his hands. You noticed after a second, that his body was tense. He was also slightly trembling against your body and he was hanging onto you like you were his salvation. 

"Chris?" You asked gently, pulling away your face in concern. "Baby, what's wrong?" 

Oh baby You’re having a bad dream Here in my arms

You cupped his face in your hands. He easily was a head taller than you but in that moment, he seemed so small, like a scared little boy that needed to be protected and loved. His eyes were cloudy and glazed over- he looked like he hadn't slept at all last night. 

You came to me Could all be a bad thing And do you harm

"I'm… I'm ok, just really tired." He gave you a small smile but it wasn't working; you could see something was really bothering him. You knew your husband too well; that, and he was a terrible liar. He started to let you go and go back towards the foyer to grab his stuff and unpack from the press junket. 

"Babe, please. Talk to me. What's really going on?" You folded your arms around your waist and spoke to him, not judging, just wanting to understand and help. 

He slumped down and let out a sigh, stuffing his hands in his pocket. 

"I just… need to decompress for a second. Can we not talk about it for now, please?" His eyes were pleading with you and your heart broke a bit. You wanted to reach out and hold him but instead you nodded and dropped your hands from your waist as if to say you were giving in to his request. 

You run from me Shot in the dark Please wake me For my love lies patiently Please baby please

You had a feeling you knew what was going on. Chris had issues with anxiety and he said earlier the tour was rough, didn't he? How bad had it gotten? He was usually really good about keeping his anxiety in check with some form of meditation and relaxation. What happened? You followed Chris into the living room where he turned on the tv, wanting to get out of his head a bit. Sitting down next to him, you wrapped your legs under you and nestled yourself into his side, letting his arm drape over you. You felt his chest rising and falling, missing so very much this feeling of closeness that you had not had since he left one month ago. One long month. He absentmindedly kissed the top of your head and stroked your shoulder lazily with his thumb. It was like the anxious person that came in from the tour was gone and Chris, your Chris, was back. At least on the surface. You knew that he was trying his best to bury it for the time being until he was able to talk about it. 

You came to me Are you having a bad time? There in your home

"The junket was… A lot." He finally spoke after a long time. "There wasn't really any time for breaks, and they just kept pushing us with more and more and more interviews and meet ups and Q&As and pictures…" You could feel his body tense up the more he talked about it. "It didn't stop. And I did my best to push it down, I made a commitment to be there and I was going to see it through, but man that last day… yesterday. I just couldn't do it anymore. I had a panic attack in between one interview waiting on another and I had to get out of there." There was a hitch in his voice that wasn't there before and you moved from your position to  straddle him and hold him close. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pushed your hands through his nape and massaged it, an act that instantly calmed him down. He let out a breath, seemingly one that he had been holding in for eternity, and wrapped his arms around you, nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck. 

Oh sugar Give in to me You're just having a bad dream

"Shhh, it's ok baby. I've got you." You cooed as you held him close. "Let it all out, I'm here love." 

He gripped onto you and you could feel your tshirt and neck becoming wet with tears as he quietly sobbed into your shoulder. Your big man; your confident, funny, passionate, smart, loving man was shaking in your arms. You cradled his head and rocked him from side to side, wrapping your legs around his torso to feel him closer, closer, closer to you. 

Oh but please Please shake me from my lovesick patient dream Please baby please And my love plays wait and see

He lifted his head up to you, lashes wet with tears and eyes still misty, kissed you softly. His hands unclenched from your shirt and they ran up your back, searching, needing, wanting to hold you. His eyes met yours, wordlessly asking and you nodded, needing to make this better, if only for a short while. You cupped your hands to his face, rubbing his cheeks with the pad of your thumbs and kissed him gently at first, then with more urgency. You opened your mouth and let your tongue explore his bottom lip before he opened his mouth for you to gain access. Tongues danced with each other for a bit, you moaning into his mouth. 

Chris was pulling at your over-sized shirt, and you obliged, lifting your arms up and letting him remove it. It was actually his old shirt, but you wore it, especially when he was out of town, because it smelled like him. With your shirt off, you reached for his as he unclasped your bra. You were so hungry for skin on skin contact, to feel his sculpted upper body next to yours. Soon, you were both bare chest to bare chest, your hands massaging the nape of Chris' neck while you licked and nipped at his collarbone, the fingers of your free hand playing in his chest hair. His hands were on your ass, grinding you up against him. You could feel the prominent bulge beginning to form in his pants and you melted from the sensation, matching his grinds with your own. 

“I missed you so.. Much.” He groaned into your ear as he squeezed your cheeks and buried his face into your breasts, kissing and sucking; marking you as his. 

“Oh, I missed you too baby.” You gasped out as your hands scratched his shoulders and down his back making him hiss. You felt your wetness soak your panties. “I’m here, Chris. I’m all yours, my love.”

You wanted to let him take the lead, take what he wanted from you. There would be time tomorrow for talking and kissing and exploring each other anew all day, but tonight you wanted to make his entire trip melt into a distant memory. You guided your hands down his magnificent pecs and abs to his belt buckle. He adjusted himself so that you could zip his pants down and get his hardness into your hands. You both moaned out when you cupped him into your hands. 

“Need you.” You heard him rasp out, nipping your jaw. You looked into his eyes and they were dark and lust blown. You nodded with a whimper, needing him just as much too, needed the familiar stretch that you had been longing for since he had left a month ago. 

With one arm, he lifted you up with ease, helping you off of the couch while you both got rid of the bottom half of your clothing. Chris eased himself back onto the couch and you had to restrain yourself from just jumping onto him as you straddle back over his waist. You took his head in your hands and crashed into his mouth with passionate kisses, with teeth and tongues and biting lips, fighting out for dominance on who was giving the better kiss. His thick arms were back around your waist and butt. You put your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you lifted yourself up and positioned yourself over his manhood. He helped guide you and in one swift move, you felt him inside, stretching you deliciously. You both moaned out, chests heaving at the sensation.

“Oh fuck baby.” Chris groaned as he bit down on your shoulder. “Feel so good… so tight for me.”

You started to move your hips, and Chris put his big hands on either side of your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock. Putting your hands on the back of the couch to steady yourself, you matched him thrust for thrust. Your forehead pressed against his lightly for a second as you kissed him again. He adjusted himself a little bit more on the couch so that he could hit you deeper and you shouted out as he hit your g-spot over and over.

“Oh god, Chris yes! Right there!” panting heavily you sped up your rocking. You were so close to ecstasy, and you could feel from the twitch in his cock as you moaned out his name that he was close too. He matched pace with you and slammed into you with all he had. 

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” His voice was low and intense. He took one hand off of your hip to dip down between your thighs and rub tight circles onto your clit with his thumb. That was all it took and you cried out, your whole body shaking and pulsing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. Feeling your walls grip around him was enough to push Chris over the edge as well and he let go, moaning out your name as his strong hands went up your back and pulled you down to him. 

Oh baby Lean into me There's always a side door Into the dark Into the dark, shh

Once both of your breathing had returned to normal you parted from his embrace and scooted off of him, feeling him slide out of you. You got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom for a wet washcloth to wipe up with. Finishing with that, you nestled down next to his side, running your hands across his naked torso, blissfully loving how his breathing was way more peaceful at that moment then when he came home. He pulled you close to him and dipped down to kiss your lips tenderly.

“Welcome home, Chris.” You sighed and ran your hands through his chest hair.

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Magnetism

TITLE: Magnetism PAIRING: Chris Evans x Reader SUMMARY: Drabble. Your boyfriend Chris and you spend an afternoon by the pool.  WORDS: 663 WARNINGS: Sliiiiiiight mention of smuttiness? Sort of? But it's vv tame. Fluff, because I adore fluff.  A/N: This was written in an afternoon, mostly as procrastination from the other fic that I'm working on. It's cheesy but Chris is shirtless in a swimsuit so it's not that bad lol.  This is yet another fic for the lovely @jtargaryen18‘s 30 Days of Chris writing prompt. I just. Can't. Stop! 😁 If you like it, please feel free to reblog/comment/like. However, this post stays here, not other platforms without my permission. 

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It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day in LA and lounging outside by the pool seemed like the perfect place to spend it. It was turning out to be the perfect day. Chris, your boyfriend, was home on break for three weeks. You were able to get a few days off from work as well and the two of you had just been catching up and taking it easy.

Scott was coming over to hang out by the pool and join you two for dinner. It had been a while since Chris had see his brother and you couldn't be selfish by monopolizing *all* of his time, as much as you wanted to. So you suggested a little cookout, especially since the weather was supposed to be so nice. Steaks were on the menu with a fresh watermelon salad with feta and mint, grilled corn on the cob, and Scott was bringing over some quinoa dish that he found a recipe for. You also made homemade brownies and premixed margaritas. Scott would be over in a little less than an hour but for now, you were good just enjoying your bikini clad body soaking up the sun. 

Chris was in the house, grabbing a small cooler with ice and a six pack of beer to start. He casually walked out of the kitchen to the pool area wearing trunks, a t-shirt, and flip flops. Dodger was trailing behind Chris, happy that his BFF was home. Chris plopped down on the empty seat beside you and took off his shirt, exposing his Adonis-esque body. Dodger found a place in the shade of the trees next to the pool area. Chris grabbed two beers, handing one to you and opening the other one for himself.  He hummed in content as he laid back in the chair, sunglasses effortlessly on. You took a sip of your beer; the ice cold liquid in juxtaposition with the heat outside made you shiver just a touch at the contrast. 

"This is nice." You smiled. "I missed this. I missed *you*."  "I missed you too, sweetheart. It sucks that I have to be on a press tour in a couple of weeks." Chris replied warily. "Nooo." You groaned. "Don't mention that to me." You got up from your seat and flipped a leg over Chris's abdomen to straddle him. "I want to live in this vacation time vortex we have for another day undisturbed." You laid down on top of him pouting, snuggling yourself to his chest.  "Oh yeah?" Chris chuckled, whisking the loose strands of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail back behind your ear. "You wanna keep me around a bit longer?"  "Mhm." You nodded. "Three weeks is not enough."  "I wish I could be there more for you." He frowned, working down to rub the top half of your back. "Don't worry. You're like a magnet, babe." You spoke quietly, as you lifted your head up to meet his gaze. "Wherever you are in the world, I know you're making your way back."

A shy smile filled his lips as he looked down at you. Wrapping his arms around your torso, Chris pulled your mouth towards his and kissed you slowly. Then, he deepened the kiss as he ran his hands down to your butt and massaged it. You let out a soft moan and lightly scratched his collarbone with your fingernails. 

"Gross, get a room you guys." your eyes snapped open as you heard Scott. You broke the kiss and looked as he was walking towards the kitchen entrance, serving dish in hand. Your cheeks turned a deep hue of red as you snickered and put your head on Chris's chest to die from embarrassment. Chris half groaned and let out a laugh as he motioned for you to move. 

"To be continued." You kissed him and got up.  "Yeah... I'm gonna need to jump in the pool to cool off." He said flatly.

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Imagine Your Wedding

TITLE: Imagine Your Wedding PAIRING: Chris Evans X Female!Reader WORDS: 908 WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption but the rest is pure, sweet, fluffiness. A/N: I really had fun writing this and kind of turned into an epic for an imagine but whatevs lol. Please like/comment/reblog if you like it. :) This is part of the amazing @jtargaryen18’s 30 Days of Chris 2020. I can’t wait to see everyone’s entries and I can’t wait to write more for my favorite guy. ;) You do not have my permission to post this anywhere else.

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Even though you had been living together for a while, the evening before your wedding, you both agreed to stay in separate rooms. You are both traditionalists and didn’t want to chance any bad luck. 

However, in the middle of the night, you sneak into the guest room that Chris had taken and snuggled into his side because you couldn’t get to sleep without him beside you.

“Miss me already?” He teases, sleepily wrapping his arms around you.

“Shaddup.” You mumble and drift off to sleep.  

You two have a small ceremony at his house in Sudbury. 

Although you're not exactly sure how it could be considered "small" because you both come from large families. Even immediate family would be quite the event for your group. 

Your dress is a tasteful, slightly mermaid style dress with buttons down the back that hugs your "assets" just right. You also got a beautiful veil that has delicate lace around the edging of it. It was your grandmother's veil. 

Chris looks delicious in a dark navy three piece suit, crisp white shirt, and a blue tie.  

Dodger is the ring bearer and looks so adorably cute and dapper in his puppy tux. 

Chris sees you walking down the aisle and immediately holds back tears and you're trying not to cry because if you both start, it's just an avalanche of tears everywhere. 

You both wrote your own vows and you are so glad you had a handkerchief stashed to dab your tears from ruining your makeup. 

The reception is fun and casual, with white string lights all around the premises, a dance floor to the side, and open seating where everyone was invited to sit where they wanted to. The color scheme is creme and lite navy blue.   

Catering is brought in by Chris’s cousin's Italian restaurant. 

There's a bourbon bar to celebrate both of your loves for the amber liquid and also an open bar because you both agree that an open bar is the only way to go for a wedding. 

Your first dance is to Real Love by The Beatles. Chris holds his left hand to the small of your back and scoops you towards him, delicately touching your head with his cheek. You still marveled at how gentle he was with you. His right hand takes yours and brings it close to his chest. You’re surrounded by everyone but all you know is the steady rhythm of his breath and how safe he makes you feel. 

Ice cream was both of your favorite dessert, so in lieu of a cake, you had a couple of local ice cream trucks cater the event. There were tons of different flavors, and of course Chris’s favorite made an appearance: Cookies and Creme. 

The groom's cake, however, is something that you secretly commissioned from a local bakery and it is a layout of Fenway park, complete with a rice crispy wall of the Big Green Monster. When he sees it, he lets out a laugh of pure joy, clutching his hand to his left pec. He grabs you in a bear hug. 

“Oh baby, I love it so much! I love *you* so much!” He coos in your ear. 

You can’t stop giggling from how happy he is. 

Chris dancing with his nieces and nephews actually melts your heart and you are so full of emotion from the day, your eyes got misty.  

Scott catches the bouquet and is *ecstatic*, mostly because he becomes the center of attention for a second with congratulations from everyone and a high five from Chris. Zach, Scott’s boyfriend, rolls his eyes in amusement. 

Mackie steals you away for a dance even through Chris’s protests. 

Scarlett tells Chris to shush and leads him out on the dance floor beside you and Mackie.

“You let me know if he causes any trouble for you.” Mackie smiles. 

“Oh I got ya on speed dial.” You laugh back. 

Once the dance with Mackie is over, Scott grabs your hand before you can say anything and dances with you to Lizzo’s Feeling Good As Hell. 

After that, Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton comes on, and Chris steals his new wife back for a dance. 

He holds you close to him and softly kisses your lips. He thinks that will distract you enough so that he can move his hands onto your butt. It does not and you swat his arm playfully before he pouts and pulls his hands more northward. 

You’ve never seen him so happy and you’re sure your smile matched his. 

It’s late and everyone starts to head out, getting Ubers or crashing in one of the many guest rooms at the Evans place that wasn’t already occupied by guests coming in from out of town. 

You grab Chris’s hand and he leads you inside towards the bedroom. 

Before you can go in though, your new husband scoops you up in his arms to carry you over the threshold, which is quite a feat considering how much bourbon he had consumed. You hoped your shriek of laughter didn't wake up too many people.   

Try as you might to stay awake once you got to the bridal bed, you were both exhausted from the day and more than a bit tipsy. You both fell asleep in each other's arms, barely able to make it out of your clothing. Consummation of your vows would have to wait til tomorrow morning.

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When I Feel I Can’t Go On

TITLE: When I Feel I Can’t Go On PAIRING: Chris Evans X Reader SUMMARY: One Shot. After a terrible day at work, Chris comforts you.  WORDS: 1197 WARNINGS: Swearing and drinking, angst, slight mention of anxiety A/N: I thought of this story when I was listening to Sarah Smiles by Hall and Oates off of the line: “When I feel cold, you warm me. When I feel I can’t go on, you come and hold me.” It’s one of my favorite songs and I'm glad I was able to use it for inspo. :) If you enjoy this, please comment/like/reblog. I love reading comments!  This is another entry for the amazing @jtargaryen18’s 30 Days of Chris. I’m enjoying the heck out of this prompt and I’m really enjoying reading all of your all’s stuff too.    As always, you do not have my permission to post anywhere off Tumblr. Thank you!

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“GODDAMN IT.” You yelled once you were in the safety of your car and away from work.  It had been a bad day, a really bad day. A grant fell through for you that you had been trying to get for close to six months and it was all on a technicality that wasn't your fault. You weren't even sure how you were going to continue working without the money the grant would afford. Resources were tight in your field, you knew the risks of applying for that grant because competition was fierce, but somehow you just *felt* that it was going to come through for you. It was the breakthrough you needed for your research. Now it was all gone. 

You felt numb and tingly at the same time, your stomach was doing back flips, and you hadn’t noticed until now, but you were getting a very big migraine. Then, the tears started and you cried unapologetically, unashamedly; just you: a big, ugly, blubbery mess of tears inside your car. No one could see you in the car, you were sure. At least you hoped. 

After a few minutes, you got yourself together enough where you could drive home. You needed to be there, to lick the proverbial wounds that the day had created. You needed to heal and also to probably cry more... And you definitely needed a drink. Yes, a drink was very much in order.

Parking the car in the driveway, you pulled yourself and your purse out and walked up to the door. It seemed so surreal, the feeling you had. You felt everything so much and not at all. Unlocking the door, you set your purse down on the table beside and walked in. Dodger was already there, wagging his tail happy to see you. He was a welcomed sight after the shit day you had. 

“Hey Bubba.” You said weakly, patting his head and scratching behind his ears. He licked your hand and leaned his body next to you. You remembered at that moment that dogs are highly sensitive to emotion, so maybe he knew that you were especially needy that night. He followed you to the kitchen where you got out the Merlot you were saving for dinner, but on second thought reached for the bottle of bourbon instead. Fuck it. You poured yourself about two fingers full in a rocks glass and shot it down, then you put two more in the glass with a couple of ice cubes, deciding to nurse this one. You headed towards the living room, Dodger following you all the way, not letting you out of his sight.    

Letting out a groan, you sat down on the couch and dove head first into your pity party. Dodger laid down to the right of you, laying his head on his paw and waiting for any pets you may have given him. You scratched and patted the side of the pup, grateful that he was there. You took a long sip from your drink; the caramel colored liquid burned slightly in your mouth going down but the sweet woody flavor was a welcomed one. 

You could hear the door open and Dodger lifted up his head from his paws for a second to see who it was but did not move from your side. Good boy, you thought. Chris walked into the room and spotted you on the sofa with puffy eyes, makeup streaked face, and bourbon. Concern ran across his face as he moved towards you. Were you hurt? Were you sick? Why were you crying? He placed a gentle hand on your back and rubbed it slightly. 

“Baby?” He asks softly. “Are you okay?” “The grant fell through.” You spoke barely above a whisper, breath shaky. It was the first time you had spoken it out loud and it hurt like a sonofabitch coming out. It felt like you had been punched in the stomach. You could feel all your anxiety coming through and you were trying your best to keep it at bay. Taking a couple of deep breaths in and out, you took a swig from your glass and plopped it back on the table.  “Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He moved to the seat next to you on the couch, still stroking your back. “C’mere.” 

He put his arm around your shoulder and guided your body close to him. You put your arms around his torso and dug your fingers into the material of his shirt, hoping that would ground you and stop the feeling of weightlessness. You could feel the warmth of his body as you laid your head onto his chest. His steady breathing calmed you and you instantly felt a bit better. The tears started falling fresh again, as if being near him let off some release that you were holding back. You didn't have to be brave in front of Chris, didn't have to pretend you weren't affected as you had to play in front of your colleagues. 

You breathed in his cologne and it calmed your whimpering down so that the tears weren't as rapid. Chris held you all the while, rubbing your back and playing with your hair. "Shhh, it's okay, love. Shhh, don't cry baby." He cooed in your ear, planting kisses on the top of your head. 

After a while, your sobs settled down. You felt really childish for being so needy, clinging to him so but at that moment, you really didn't care too much. You took a sip from your bourbon, which had watered down significantly since you started it. Chris had a small smile placed on his lips. He held up a finger to you and got up from the couch, walking toward the kitchen. You could hear him getting some items from the kitchen and walking back in. He had with him an empty glass and the bottle of whiskey you had started on earlier. 

"No one should drink alone." He shrugged with a smile and sat back down with you. He poured himself a drink and freshened yours. He took a pull off his drink after settling back into the couch. "Fahck those guys." He stated matter-of-factly. "Hmm?" You asked, still slightly out of it. "The board that vetoed the grant. Fuck 'em. If they can't see how brilliant you are, they don't deserve to fund your research." 

Chuckling and blushing a bit, you leaned yourself into the crook of his chest, holding your glass of bourbon to you.  "Cheers." You held up your glass in amusement and clinked his. Chris always had a way of making you feel better. It was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him. How could you *not* feel better looking into those deep crystal blue eyes? He wrapped his free arm around you and took a draw from his bourbon, crinkling his nose and eyes as he swallowed.  

You had no idea what was in store for you tomorrow or what the next coming weeks would look like for your job, but tonight, in Chris's arms and a good glass of bourbon, that was enough.