[FIC] - Bad Talk - Kai/Uruha - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: Bed Talk
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance?
Pairings: Uruha/Kai
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene.
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"Hello, Kai's bed!" Uruha purred, prancing along the furniture. "Did you miss me?"
It had been a long time since he lay here. This wasn't a bed or a random hotel room, no matter how nice they were lately, this was home.
He smiled, fingertips touching the clean linen. "You did miss me, didn't you?" He lowered himself onto the blankets, inhaling the fresh smell of fabric softener. "Oh, you missed my sweat sticking to your sheets, I know that."
It wasn't a hotel room's bed. It wasn't the place where they'd burn pent up adrenaline from a concert or douse nervousness in sex. It was a place to rest, to wake up to each other, to do things unrushed. A place to make love.
He stayed like that for a moment, a smile playing on his lips, making his thoughts, his memories of the nights and days he had spent in Kai's bed quite visible for everyone who would have seen him there, naked feet and toes gripping the blanket every now and then as heat trickled down his spine.
He pulled a pillow down and against his chest. "You miss my smudged make-up on you, don't you? It's like a hickey for a bed." Sticking his nose into the fluffy pillow, he rubbed his face against it. "Kai will hate that, and then he'll get angry and then I'll drag him right back here and have that sexy anger all to myself, right? Oh, you know exactly what I mean." He laughed quietly, closing his eyes.
"Are you talking to my bed again?" There was Kai in the door, arms crossed, trying to frown but his eyes were lit with an indescribable smile.
"It missed me!" He petted the empty side of the bed next to him, the light fabric rustling softly. "Us."
Matter of fact.
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I talk to my bed when I go to sleep.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance?
Pairings: Uruha/Kai
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
"Hello, Kai's bed!" Uruha purred, prancing along the furniture. "Did you miss me?"
It had been a long time since he lay here. This wasn't a bed or a random hotel room, no matter how nice they were lately, this was home.
He smiled, fingertips touching the clean linen. "You did miss me, didn't you?" He lowered himself onto the blankets, inhaling the fresh smell of fabric softener. "Oh, you missed my sweat sticking to your sheets, I know that."
It wasn't a hotel room's bed. It wasn't the place where they'd burn pent up adrenaline from a concert or douse nervousness in sex. It was a place to rest, to wake up to each other, to do things unrushed. A place to make love.
He stayed like that for a moment, a smile playing on his lips, making his thoughts, his memories of the nights and days he had spent in Kai's bed quite visible for everyone who would have seen him there, naked feet and toes gripping the blanket every now and then as heat trickled down his spine.
He pulled a pillow down and against his chest. "You miss my smudged make-up on you, don't you? It's like a hickey for a bed." Sticking his nose into the fluffy pillow, he rubbed his face against it. "Kai will hate that, and then he'll get angry and then I'll drag him right back here and have that sexy anger all to myself, right? Oh, you know exactly what I mean." He laughed quietly, closing his eyes.
"Are you talking to my bed again?" There was Kai in the door, arms crossed, trying to frown but his eyes were lit with an indescribable smile.
"It missed me!" He petted the empty side of the bed next to him, the light fabric rustling softly. "Us."
Matter of fact.
______________________________
I talk to my bed when I go to sleep.