Need You Now

Author's Note: This is a lemon. If that is not okay with you then please leave now. Also this is a Chris x Female lover one-shot. It's written very ambiguously, so it could be the reader or an OC. Doesn't matter. If none of that bothers you, please continue. This is my first time ever, in my entire life, writing smut. I hope it pleases everyone.

All of us were currently struggling to keep up with Sam as a group. Chris is doing his best to lean on me for support without crushing me, but I can tell his ankle is really taking its toll on him. Suddenly, I feel his arm slip from my shoulders. I hear a thunk  as his right shoulder collides with the wall; to my horror, his face is twisted in agony and he releases a startling hiss of pain. Chris slides to the floor. My loud cry of Chris's name brings the entire group's attention to us. I kneel on the floor before him and stroke his temple comfortingly.

"Hey," he winces and turns to Sam, "Ahh, I'm kind of gimping out here, guys. I think, maybe, you should go on without me..." he looks back to me; he can see the worry flooding my eyes, "Just go on," he continues, "I-I can't keep up with you macho ladies." Chris tries to crack a joke for my sake. It works. A small smile graces my lips.

"But, Chris—!" Sam urges, though he cuts her off, "Listen, just...just go on ahead, okay? You gotta warn Mike. I'll be right behind you...I'm just gonna take a breather." He ends his plea with another wince and shuddering breath. I sigh in defeat, "I won't leave him behind." I announce defiantly. Sam opens her mouth to cut me off but I don't let her, "I'm staying with him; please, keep going. We'll catch up when he's ready."

Sam sighs and her lips purse, "We're really on a time crunch, guys and I don't like this one bit...but we have to get to Mike. Come on, everyone! Let's go!" with the command from Sam, everyone has left us behind. I slide from my kneeling position to sit next to Chris; my legs curl towards my waist and my knees touch his thigh. My head instinctively rests on his left shoulder, into the crook of his neck. I take a deep, sobering breath and my senses fill with his scent—a source of comfort. Without thinking, I take his right hand in mine and lace our fingers together. All I wanted in this world right now is his touch. We've been together a few days shy of a year now. We've been best friends even longer—since the third grade and he's the most comforting thing in the world to me; I couldn't possibly gotten through this Hell without him.

What if we...

What if he...

I can't even complete the thought. My lip trembles; the emotional levy breaks. Tears spill from my eyes. A tiny sob escapes my throat. I feel Chris stiffen next to me. "Hey, Honeybee," he whispers to me; my sight lifts to meet his bright, blue eyes. He snakes his left arm around me and moves hair away from my line of sight—to see my face more clearly.

Honeybee...I smile at my pet name. 

'Because you're always flitting around trying to spread happiness like pollen!' Chris laughed while he explained his reasoning. I simply pouted, which made him laugh harder. I remember it well. I respond with tearful eyes and the faintest of smiles, though it looks more like a grimace.

"Shh..."he soothes, "I know; it's a lot to take in." Chris places his forehead against mine. He continues, "We're together and we'll stay together—" I sigh contently, but it's not enough to erase my fears.