Stage 4: Intimacy (Kyou Kara Maou: Wolfram/Yuuri)
Title: In the Pink
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Author: elsie21
Theme: #4 Intimacy
Format: 250 to 500 word ficlet (although I seem to keep going a little bit over! I'm sorry!)
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes (if applicable): This may end up Alternate Universe by the time I reach Commitment.
Stage 1: Attraction
Stage 2: Romance
Stage 3: Passion
That was it, Yuuri decided when Wolfram's fist landed against his cheek. An hour before he'd gotten an elbow in the nose and he could still feel the ache from where Wolfram had kicked him in the hip as he slept. It was bad enough that Wolfram had become a permanent fixture in the room, but the bed was huge. You'd think there would be room for both of them.
Then there was Wolfram's snoring...
Yuuri rubbed his eyes. He was tired. A long day with Günter in the library followed by Gwendal dumping a stack of papers on his desk had been more exhausting than any baseball game, and for once he just wanted to sleep more than an hour at a time. If he rolled Wolfram over so the blond was lying on his side instead of his back, that might at least take care of the snoring.
Except moving Wolfram when he was sprawled out like that was like trying to push a sand bear uphill. He wedged his knee under Wolfram's leg and tried nudging him over only to hear Wolfram mumbling in his sleep. Yuuri gritted his teeth. "Stop calling me that," he muttered. There was no point yelling it at him; Wolfram could sleep through just about anything.
He got his hand under Wolfram’s shoulder and pushed, but he didn't have any leverage in this position. If he got his entire arm under Wolfram, and worked at the opposite shoulder instead, he might have better luck.
For all the frilliness of the pink nightgown, the body beneath it was solid. Yuuri wasn't able to make any progress until he had managed to wriggle half his body beneath Wolfram and roll them both over. He felt overjoyed when it seemed to be working, but his elation was short lived when he realized that his arm was now firmly trapped under Wolfram.
"Oh, man," he groaned. "Can't I get a break?"
Wolfram's arm swung back but Yuuri caught it just before Wolfram's knuckles landed dangerously close to his eye. "Cut it out, Wolfram." He shoved Wolfram's hand away from him, gave one last useless tug at his trapped arm, and sighed in resignation as he tried to get comfortable. First he tried draping his arm over his ear, and then moved it to his hip. That worked for a while until Wolfram started to fidget again.
Yuuri made a sound of exasperation and clamped his fingers around Wolfram's wrist. When he got Wolfram's arm back where it belonged, he left his own there. At least Wolfram wouldn't be able to elbow him in the groin.
Except for the fact that his other arm was falling asleep, it was a lot more comfortable than being huddled on the edge of the bed, even when he had to hook his leg over Wolfram's to avoid being kicked.
When Wolfram blinked his eyes open several hours later, he realized a few things. First, the bed seemed much smaller than it had when he'd gone to sleep. Second, his backside felt much warmer than his front. Third, Yuuri was snoring - and right in his ear, and fourth, when he tried to lift his hand to push his hair out of his eyes, he realized his fingers were entwined with Yuuri's.
"Wimp." Although Wolfram’s brows had furrowed as he muttered the insult, he couldn't stop the corners of his lips from curving into a smirk as his eyes fluttered shut again.
His eyes flew back open as he realized there was a fifth. Unless Yuuri had brought Morgif to bed with him last night, there was little question about what was poking Wolfram's hip through a thin layer of pink and lace.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Author: elsie21
Theme: #4 Intimacy
Format: 250 to 500 word ficlet (although I seem to keep going a little bit over! I'm sorry!)
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes (if applicable): This may end up Alternate Universe by the time I reach Commitment.
Stage 1: Attraction
Stage 2: Romance
Stage 3: Passion
That was it, Yuuri decided when Wolfram's fist landed against his cheek. An hour before he'd gotten an elbow in the nose and he could still feel the ache from where Wolfram had kicked him in the hip as he slept. It was bad enough that Wolfram had become a permanent fixture in the room, but the bed was huge. You'd think there would be room for both of them.
Then there was Wolfram's snoring...
Yuuri rubbed his eyes. He was tired. A long day with Günter in the library followed by Gwendal dumping a stack of papers on his desk had been more exhausting than any baseball game, and for once he just wanted to sleep more than an hour at a time. If he rolled Wolfram over so the blond was lying on his side instead of his back, that might at least take care of the snoring.
Except moving Wolfram when he was sprawled out like that was like trying to push a sand bear uphill. He wedged his knee under Wolfram's leg and tried nudging him over only to hear Wolfram mumbling in his sleep. Yuuri gritted his teeth. "Stop calling me that," he muttered. There was no point yelling it at him; Wolfram could sleep through just about anything.
He got his hand under Wolfram’s shoulder and pushed, but he didn't have any leverage in this position. If he got his entire arm under Wolfram, and worked at the opposite shoulder instead, he might have better luck.
For all the frilliness of the pink nightgown, the body beneath it was solid. Yuuri wasn't able to make any progress until he had managed to wriggle half his body beneath Wolfram and roll them both over. He felt overjoyed when it seemed to be working, but his elation was short lived when he realized that his arm was now firmly trapped under Wolfram.
"Oh, man," he groaned. "Can't I get a break?"
Wolfram's arm swung back but Yuuri caught it just before Wolfram's knuckles landed dangerously close to his eye. "Cut it out, Wolfram." He shoved Wolfram's hand away from him, gave one last useless tug at his trapped arm, and sighed in resignation as he tried to get comfortable. First he tried draping his arm over his ear, and then moved it to his hip. That worked for a while until Wolfram started to fidget again.
Yuuri made a sound of exasperation and clamped his fingers around Wolfram's wrist. When he got Wolfram's arm back where it belonged, he left his own there. At least Wolfram wouldn't be able to elbow him in the groin.
Except for the fact that his other arm was falling asleep, it was a lot more comfortable than being huddled on the edge of the bed, even when he had to hook his leg over Wolfram's to avoid being kicked.
When Wolfram blinked his eyes open several hours later, he realized a few things. First, the bed seemed much smaller than it had when he'd gone to sleep. Second, his backside felt much warmer than his front. Third, Yuuri was snoring - and right in his ear, and fourth, when he tried to lift his hand to push his hair out of his eyes, he realized his fingers were entwined with Yuuri's.
"Wimp." Although Wolfram’s brows had furrowed as he muttered the insult, he couldn't stop the corners of his lips from curving into a smirk as his eyes fluttered shut again.
His eyes flew back open as he realized there was a fifth. Unless Yuuri had brought Morgif to bed with him last night, there was little question about what was poking Wolfram's hip through a thin layer of pink and lace.