Comments | fromlimatola: "The candy sweetness scent of you. It bathes my skin, I'm stained of you."

justbeingaqueen in fromlimatola

"The candy sweetness scent of you. It bathes my skin, I'm stained of you."

Oct 29, 2011 13:53

Who: justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: Just the two of us
Where: Kurt & Blaine's pad
When: Follows THIS
Rating: PG-13 to R ( Read more... )

[character] kurt hummel, [scene] rp, [character] blaine anderson, [ship] kurt/blaine

Comments 3

rockstarwarbler October 29 2011, 03:14:36 UTC

Blaine was generally a deep sleeper, but his subconscious was tuned into Kurt, so his presence was usually enough to drag Blaine from his sleep. He opened his eyes just a little, peering around groggily with a husky, mumbled, "Wassit? You'k?" His arm had circled around Kurt's middle in an automatic cuddle and he tried to blink out of his sleepy haze in case Kurt needed him for something.

He dropped his head back onto the pillows once his mind revealed Kurt was cuddled against him and therefore must be okay for the moment, at least, and his sleepy eyes fell closed again. They were still closed when he turned his head and planted a kiss to Kurt's temple. "Love you."

justbeingaqueen October 29 2011, 03:35:01 UTC

Kurt smiled against Blaine's shoulder and just started stroking his fingers back and forth across Blaine's chest. "Love you," he returned easily and then buried his face into Blaine's chest. "I feel like crap. I didn't mean to wake you up, but now that you are, feel sorry for me?" he whimpered.

He yawned and made no attempt to stifle it. He needed way more beauty sleep than he got before he was rudely woken by the horrible hangover. "Tina came, but she's gone now. We have the place all to ourselves now. Did Puck come home with us last night, or did I just imagine that? I could have swore he was in the limo with us on the way home."

rockstarwarbler October 29 2011, 14:54:50 UTC

Blaine issued a soft sympathetic murmur and hugged Kurt even closer. Like there was ever any question he would have bucketloads of sympathy for whenever Kurt needed it. That was part of his not-husband job description after all. "You still sick, beautiful? Hope you've been drinking. Th'some water on the nightstand. Have some."

He was reluctant to wake up completely, though. It had been a crazy busy week for both of them, and he needed to catch up on sleep. Kurt needed it even more than him, considering he was in London at the start of the week. He had been running behind the Eight Ball since and they had even contemplated not going to the party, but ended up going anyway. "He stayed, but he must've gone. He was on the sofa when I came back to bed, but he was sulking."