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[affectionatealien]

Puppet Thieving

Summary: Flower protag has reached a new peak of stress trying to juggle helping out the habiticians and deal with Dr. Habit’s constant antagonizing behavior. They rope Tim Tam into helping them with a very dumb spur of the moment idea and find themselves regretting it near instantly. 

Warnings: None

A/N: I don’t ever write but like. Smile For Me has really put me in the mood for it sdfjakldsa. So here’s something featuring my flower kid sona having dumb puppet troubles.

It had been a nervewracking morning. Noon was approaching and I was still waiting on the terrace, and not quite as patiently as I was for the couple of hours before. I still hadn't seen Tim Tam, and I couldn't help but feel terribly sick at the idea they might have been caught for the dumb, dumb thing I roped them into doing (though, if I was being fair to myself, it was something Tim Tam still might have done without my interference).

It all started with another morning PSA- the expected 'advice' Habit gave out in his attempt to keep all the habiticians down and in need of this place, and some sort of decreasingly passive and mountingly aggressive message that almost everyone had figured was aimed at me. And, above all that, that damn puppet. Expressionless, taunting. He'd never shown his own face on camera, just that goofy little muppet rendition of himself. I couldn't help but wonder if he didn't have the dumb thing if he'd make so many of these PSAs. Or maybe if it... Disappeared he'd have to come looking for it, stop being holed up in his office. Or at the very least he'd become distraught enough to take some sort of focus away from trying to discourage me from what I'd been doing. But it was wishful thinking. There wasn't any way to get that thing away from him. Unless you were Tim Tam. Or unless you could bribe Tim Tam. Tim Tam could probably be bribed, right? 

As it turned out, Tim Tam COULD be bribed. And with what seemed to just be random junk out of my bouquet, too. Or maybe they were just that excited about getting to steal something that they didn't really care. Knowing (or more accurately, not knowing) Tim Tam, I was better off not pondering too long. However they were still gone, and it was enough to make me worry. I didn't think it would take that long to get into Habit's office, and maybe it didn't and they were just dilly dallying elsewhere. If they were, I suppose I really wasn't able to complain. What I knew though was that the more time that passed the worse of an idea it dawned on me this was. Why involve some kid in some bizarre, almost one sided feud with this strange doctor? Was I really that petty and unthinking? 

"Hey." A tiny voice snapped me out of my catastrophizing, while something was shoved into my back. "Found him." Sure enough I turned around, face to face with Tim Tam- and the blank expression of a green little puppet (or maybe not so little- it was odd how much bigger the thing looked in person). Perfect. I snatched it from them, perhaps a little rudely, but there were cameras and I didn't want to get caught right then. Tim Tam continued to linger, and had produced a lighter from... Somewhere. "Let's teach him a lesson." 

"AH! W-wait!" I blurted out, as I snatched the puppet into the air. Not that I was sure that would stop a determined Tim Tam. "We- I need to do this. I'll get rid of this dumb thing myself." I said, firm. "Besides, I'm the one he seems hellbent on antagonizing. It's only fair." Tim Tam stood motionless for a moment, expression unchanging, before returning the lighter to an unseen pocket.

"Fine. You owe me." That wasn't a problem, since I'd arrived here I was doing people favors. What was one more? I gave them a quick 'okay' sign, before I retreated back to the apartment floor. The puppet had been stuffed under my arm as stealthily as possible, which was to say not very stealthy in any way. I got lucky and didn't run into anyone on my beeline to my room, and once I was in shut the door, locking it. A wave of relief washed over me as I flopped onto my bed- so far this hadn't gone nearly as disastrously as my previous spiraling made me think it would. With the puppet in hand, I turned it over carefully, examining it, trying to decide what I would do to it. If I burned it that would be satisfying, but an incredibly bad idea since I was indoors. Defacing it would be easy enough, all I needed was a sharpie or some paint for that, but maybe that was too simple. I could just pull it apart, or...

That train of thought seemed to fizzle out, as my will seemed to falter. The more I looked at it, the more I thought about how well made it seemed to be... Had Habit made it himself? Was it that important to him? Why did that even matter now? I'd set out to get rid of this thing for some peace of mind and I should do it. But I couldn't. Instead all I thought about now was Tiff talking about the doctor's wailing and crying when she'd bring up her contract. When he noticed his puppet was gone is that what he'd do? Would he search for it, distraught and upset, resigned to sobbing once it wasn't anywhere he'd searched? Sheesh, if the plans I had for that puppet weren't already guilt inspiring, that imagery was the icing on this awful cake. I looked the puppet over again, trying to see if even a shred of hostility could be mustered. Instead, all I could think was how when it wasn't being used to mock or instigate things with me it was awfully cute even... A reminder of that soft side Kamal seemed to insist exists somewhere in the doctor. 

And it dawned on me. The crumpled, trashed diary pages I was given every so often by other habiticians that had originally inspired some pang of sympathy before Habit became outright hostile, paired with this- Habit wasn't the cold, easy to fight antagonist who needed to be confronted and triumphed over like I'd tried to make myself believe he was. It was much more complicated than that. He was hurt, most likely lashing out, and it could be stopped. I knew from experience, I knew from being there. And trying to hurt him or stuff he obviously found important wouldn't help. It'd just make him buckle down on his belief that I was the enemy, and that I was someone coming after him personally. I had to change it somehow- I had to show him I'm not. 

I sighed, resigned, and placed the puppet carefully onto my bed before sitting next to it. That wasn't exactly the best time to have this revelation, seeing that I had well. Still stolen the puppet. What was I supposed to do with this thing if I wasn't going to just toss it out the window? There was no way for me to get to his office to return it. And Tim Tam would certainly destroy it if I gave it back to them. I was left with the evidence of a crime I couldn't even bring myself to commit. Still, I stared at the little puppet, trying to think of anything I could do to get it back to him, or at the very least tell him I was sorry. Not that he'd care probably, but I had to at least try if I wanted my plan to work. 

I still had my sketchpad with me from home, so I tore a page from it- maybe I could leave the puppet with a note somewhere inconspicuous for him to find it. That might work. So I stared at the paper for what felt like too long, and tried to come up with a satisfactory explanation or apology or anything to say. Instead, all I found myself able to write was a simple 'I'm sorry'- nothing quite seemed to come to mind after that. How very eloquent I was, god. With a resigned sigh, I left the note with the puppet. I might as well go spend the rest of my day somewhere else and try not to think about this just yet. 

After a bit of wandering, I found myself back on the terrace- it had been a sunny day and god knew I needed something like that. There was a soft breeze too, which only added to the wistful vibe the terrace seemed to have.  From where I was standing I saw Kamal in his regular spot- and at the moment it felt like talking to him might be a good idea to clear up some of what was on my mind. "Oh- Hey flower kid. You find the old janitor's ID yet?" Kamal asked as I approached. I shook my head, I had still been helping others out and hadn't really gotten around to finding him at the moment. I opted to sit next to him on the bench he'd practically taken up residence on, and earned a stare and a tilt of his head. "Is uh. Something bothering ya...?" He asked again, looking a little more concerned than usual. I gave a resigned nod, trying to gather my thoughts. "Kamal... You said you know a lot about Dr. Habit because you worked for him right?" I asked.

"Well. Yeah. I told you, I have all kinds of dirt on the guy-" 

"Not that. You said you thought I could talk to him because he's... Got that soft spot and all. How was he when he was... Like that?" It took me a moment to find the words, but Kamal seemed to follow, especially with how he was taken aback.  

"Well, for starters I guess, he was uh. Always pretty friendly. I mean I was just the guy's assistant but he always treated me a little more like... A friend? Though it uh, could be pretty awkward, he was well meaning I guess." Kamal recalled. "And Habit is way into like... Any artsy crafty stuff. I mean, I'm sure you've seen all the murals of himself he put up. I was there when he did a lot of them and he sorta just. Went to town with that kinda thing. It's probably the happiest I've seen him you know?" 

"Yeah... So, does that mean he made that little puppet too...?" 

"I mean, I'd imagine he did. That thing was around before I was though, so who knows. How come...?"

"A-ah. No reason at all. Just was... On the mind I guess." I replied, perhaps a little too quickly.  

"So uhh, what's up with the sudden interest in Habit...? Last I talked you kinda seemed pretty mad at him..."

"I was but... Uh, I guess things have changed. Kinda. I just... I dunno, I'm trying to find some kinda insight on why he's doing this. Why me existing is something he takes so personal and whatever." 

"Ohhh. I gotcha. Well, I mean for starters you're kinda out here doing what he's been trying to for awhile... Probably doesn't feel great to watch some stranger come in and accomplish what you've been working at for years." He pointed out. I nodded understandingly- of course he'd take something like that so gravely. "...And if it helps any, even if it seems well, personal, I don't think he really feels that way about it. I think him acting like that has well... A lot more to do with the state of mind he's been in. Like I said, the dude hasn't been doing exactly great."

"That makes sense yeah... It sounds like stuff's been. Sorta crumbling for him lately." I said. Not a necessarily astute observation, but it's all I could really think to say.

"Sheesh, you can say that for sure. Stuff's gotten uglier and uglier. But... I really do think you can help him. You've certainly got a knack for it and all. And something makes me think he'll listen to you, too." Kamal reassured. I gave him a weak smile, which he returns for a split moment. 

"Thanks. I really needed to hear that I think... This has been pretty insightful, so uh. Thanks again and all." 

"Don't mention it! Just remember we should probably get going with this whole 'get into his office' plan pretty soon... The way things have been it's uh. Certainly better sooner than later." Kamal reminded me. I nodded as I stood, and gave a short wave as I left the terrace.

The rest of the day passed quickly in the lounge with a couple of drinks and a head full of thoughts- curfew had come before I knew it and I'd found my way back to my room, tired from what felt like too full of a day. And there on my bed, was that poor hostage of a puppet. I couldn't help but pick it up, almost absentmindedly as I settled into bed, looking it over again. 'It's so soft...' I thought to myself, touching its felted face. For a moment it reminded me of the plush collection I had back home, and how I maybe regretted not bringing any of it with me. It certainly made sleeping easier, which was something I could use more than anything considering how restless this place would leave me. 

'No. Absolutely not, I will NOT let myself.' I thought while staring down the puppet. Things were already strange enough, and to be teetering on the edge of letting myself cuddle this... Felted double of the man who I had to help despite his antagonistic nature, on the pretense of maybe sleeping better was beyond ridiculous. Even if it WAS soft and I WAS petting a hand over its hair as I tried desperately to dissuade myself. Well maybe it wouldn't be as weird if I just left it next to my pillow. And just put one hand over it. That wasn't cuddling it so obviously it was fine, nothing weird to see here. I just had to lay  like that and try to decide whether or not I'd toss it on the floor like I probably should have. Unless I drifted off, still undecided with the little puppet laid next to me, its little hands flopped over mine.... Which is exactly what happened.

I couldn't remember ever sleeping well enough to be awoken by the morning PSA, instead always waking a few minutes before it would start, feeling drowsy and unrested. But that's exactly what happened that morning- I awoke to that familiar tune, tacky yellow font, and.... That puppet? Weird, this was a new one. Had he recorded this before his puppet was gone? 

Once I was more awake, I was aware that the puppet had vanished from its spot next to me- peering over the bedside confirmed that it wasn't shoved into the floor like I'd emptily threatened before sleeping either. Not under the bed, or anywhere else in the room either. Had someone... Taken it?

That did seem to jog my memory. But it's of a dream, from the night before... Or what feels like one at the least. One of my own room, dark and quiet and still. I wasn't alone, a figure hovered quietly. It was tall, looming, but not quite menacing- it seemed somber. Maybe thoughtful. It reached for the puppet, but not before sliding my hand from on top of it, like it was careful to not disturb me too much. It stayed for another moment, and it almost seemed... Remorseful? But what for? And with the puppet, it vanished.

The rest of the PSA played, and for once, it didn't have any 'special message' for me. How strange.

[affectionatealien]

Your Heart is a Garden

Summary: Habit’s had something on his mind, and tries to do a little gardening to distract himself. It’s a bit obvious though he can’t quite focus on anything else like he wants to.

Warnings: None

A/N: Another fic of my flower protag/ insert and habit! This time it’s long sappy confession junk bc I’ve been dying to write this out ;v; 

Mountain air seemed to be so refreshing in the morning like this. It seeped in through the windows Boris opened while he busied himself in the kitchen, and crept into the living room while I usually tried to prepare to be awake for the day.

 However, it took me awhile of laying on the futon to realize there was no mountain air, or kitchen bustle to wake up to. I hadn't woken up that late had I? No, a glance at the clock assured me it was still early. Still trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes I got up, peeked into Boris's room since he'd left the door open. Not there either. Odd, especially for him. 

I had to catch myself as worry threatened to bubble up- Boris was probably just down in the garden, or, somewhere else in what was left of the habitat. Of course. Besides, it was silly to worry about him not being here just one morning... Perhaps a little time to myself could be a good thing, after all! 

Making breakfast was easy enough with something simple like toast and cereal, and now my mind could wander to what I'd spend the rest of the day doing. Maybe I could watch that one movie I'd been waiting to check out... Ah, no, I wanted to save it for me and Boris to watch. Games? No, I'd already beaten most of what I had and just liked doing two player stuff with Boris when he was in the mood for it. Art? Now that could work... Ever since I'd come to stay here, my inspiration had spiked like I hadn't seen in years. It was refreshing to make something I didn't hate as soon as I was done with it...

Flopping back onto the couch, I fished out the sketchbook that was always hidden away under it or in a crevice somewhere, depending on how tired I was when I stashed it. Opening it, I was met with what I was last working on... A page full of sketches of different blossoms, ones found in the garden me and Boris had been tending to so carefully. Among them, was a single sketch of the tall russian man himself- carefully cutting a rose blossom from a bush. I'd almost forgotten about it, about watching him look so tender and focused and the urge to capture it that was impossible to ignore. And something about it feels so embarrassing and... Alien about it, I close the sketchbook again, any previous ideas gone. Damn.

Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to go down to the garden anyways. I just needed some fresh air and sunshine maybe, certainly that would clear my head, help me pass the time. And if Boris was down there I could check on him. Maybe even work in the garden with him a little. It'd be much better than being so listless up here. I just had to actually finish getting ready for the day first...

Coming down from the apartment through the boiler room, I found myself in the courtyard, now repurposed into a garden and fully in bloom. It was something Boris had truly put his heart and soul into since he closed the Habitat for good, and it had really shown in even just the past couple of months I'd been here.

 Blossoms of all shapes and colors and sizes made a meandering maze, one I'd learned to navigate by memory at this point. The only hard part would be finding Boris- he was prone to attending to the plants in a somewhat flighty manner, never too still before finding another plant that needed his love and affection (and maybe some fertilizer). 

With that in mind, it was pretty surprising when I found him sitting in one of the nooks formed by a gathering of hydrangea bushes, a single potted flower in his lap. He didn't seem to being so much gardening as he was letting himself get lost in thought. 

"Boris?" I called out, moving carefully past some recently planted bushes. His head snapped up upon hearing his name, and that surpised look lingers a little too long, like he's in a daze. But it quickly disappeared, giving way to a soft smile upon recognizing it was just me. But, there was more to it... The way his smile is just a little too tired for this time of the morning. Almost forlorn...

"Ah! Finn... I didnn't expect you to come down. Did you need som-thing...?" He asked. I shook my head, instead opting to take a seat in the cool grass next to him.

"Just wanted to check on ya. Not used to seeing you down here this early I guess..." I explained. And in the moment I want to tell him how lonely mornings without him feel, but it'd be too much. So instead I lingered, waited for him to say something so I could forget about it.

"I see... Sorry, I didn't mean to worrie you. I just needed some time to think I suppose... The garden seams to be a good place for that." His gaze had returned to the flowering plant in front of him, like looking into it would help him eventually have some grand epiphany about whatever seemed to bother him.

  "Yeah, I get what you mean... And, y'know you can talk to me too. It's what friends are for right?" He didn't answer right away- leaving an uncomfortable pause hanging in the air.

"Yeah... Of course." Even as plainly as he tried to say it, there's still a tinge of pain to it. It wasn't a tone I'd heard from him in awhile, which was particularly worrying. He'd never had issues talking to me about what was on his mind in the past, why start now? Was it me, something I'd done? 

We continued to sit in silence, nerves wracked as I desperately wanted anything else to replace the silence that soured the fresh morning air. Anything that could change the mood, or subject... 

My eye was drawn to what looked like a flower bush Boris had been planning to plant. A hole already dug for it, it just needed to be reburied and whatever other tending it needed. "U-uh... I noticed that bush it looks like you were gonna replant. Did you want any help with that? Or, really, anything else out here? ... Since I'm out here and all!" I asked. Still staring into the flower, he shook his head. 

"I appreciate it, but I think it will be fine for now." He sighed, placing the flower in his lap to the side. "...I'm really not doing anything out heer. I should probably go back inside." Boris stood, dusting his coat off- only to freeze again as my hand darted to the hem of it, like my body was on autopilot. He stared down at me, expression somewhere between startled and anticipation. I had to say something now, I couldn't just let him go without saying anything-

"Boris. Please tell me what's wrong. If it's something I did we can talk about it... You're my friend, I need to know if I messed up, or if I can fix it-" His face furrowed into a pained expression as he continued to stand, frozen, looking like he can't even sort out his own words. This continued until he sighed, resigned, and knelt back into the grass beside me.

"You didn't do anything. I promis. It's just how... Exactly that. You're my closest friend, and it means a lot to b here with you, through everything... But... Is it, ah... Is it wrong to want... More?" He asked. His question brought back plenty of thoughts- almost all of them about how he's always so close, how he lets me sit in his lap when we play games together, or how his comforting hugs never seem to last long enough no matter how long we sit there. The way I'll hope and wish a late night movie marathon will put him to sleep so we have an excuse to wake up the next morning together. But that was just Boris being... Boris isn't it? Of course he'd be close with his first real friend like this. I'm reading into it too much. Even with him, in front of me, staring at me with nothing but longing in his eyes. It was too scary, too exhilarating to think it could be anything else, it had to be. 

"I-I'm sorree. This is selfish. I shouldn't- you shouldn't have to answer that. We can just-" He shifted again to get up, only to freeze when I spoke up.

"Boris... I-It's not. It's okay. Especially when people... Mean so much. But it can be.... scary you know?" He nodded, understandingly. His gaze had lifted from the spot on the ground in front of him, attention on me. 

"Do you think it's worth it? Even if it's scarey?" He asked. Now it was my turn for my stare to wander to the grass beneath me, unsure what the correct answer was. 

"I don't... know, really. Guess you just have to find out sometimes." I said. It wasn't much of an answer, but it was all I had. "Boris... Could I... Kiss you? I want to know." At first he didn't, perhaps couldn't say anything- and slowly, he gave a very deliberate nod. He fumbled across the grass, side to side with me, and even sitting down towered over me. It certainly wasn't intimidating though, not with how he squeezed his eyes shut, leaned forward, tense. Not quite sure what to do with his body. Waiting. I leaned up to him, careful as lips met- god his face was so warm. And for a moment, I'm the only one leaned into the kiss, as he remained still, like he wasn't sure how he felt. Enough to have made me waver too, close to pulling away and apologizing. What a stupid idea. But at the last moment it was like he'd come to life, pressing feverishly into the kiss. And for a moment I know what it feels like to be a flower in bloom, face to face with the sunlight it needs so much.

It was dizzying how fast he went from frozen in place to practically fumbling into my lap, hands grasped over my shoulders, nudging his way further into the kiss. It was nervous, inexperienced, and downright heavenly the way his mouth clumsily pressed into mine. My hands buried into the soft fuzzy collar of his coat as I matched his fevered passion, and it only drove me further on as he whined into the kiss at even the hint of my touch. Time was slow, or maybe just didn't mean anything for the longest time as he melts into the kiss, unsure frozen hands slowly moving to pull me flush against him, a warm embrace so much like all the ones he'd given me before but.... more this time, one that didn't leave me feeling like I was still missing something. 

Boris was the first to break the kiss- his hands didn't move, and he's still staring at me, like the rest of him is still catching up with what was happening. He wasn't quite panting- but he drew these deep, long breaths, clutched to me like I'd fall into nothing if he dared let go. 

"Still... Scar-ed?" He asked. I shook my head and chuckled, which made a warm smile ease onto his face. 

"No.... This is good. It's, uh. Wow. Kinda exhilarating, I think." His smile turned wide at that, showing off that characteristic, cute crooked row of pearly whites of his- and now it was my turn to be the flustery one out of the two of us. 

"Are u shure? Maybie... We should do it again so we're doublie sure..." Boris hinted. It only took a short nod for him to lean back in, hands cupped on either side of my face. He pulled me up, ever so gently into another kiss, but not as pushy or urgent- this time it was deep, slow. He was still a bit hesitant about what to do with his mouth, but god it didn't matter, not with how soft and deliberate he was while I clung to him. Surrounded by the garden we'd poured our hearts into, and now pouring into each other, it almost felt unreal, the only thing that kept me grounded was Boris's thumb stroking gentle circles against my cheek, and every other little sensation of him against me. 

Boris pulled away again, giving a satisfied hum as he did- he looked like he was in as dreamy of a daze as I had been in. His clawed hand pushed a strand of hair from my face ever so carefully, eyes fixated on me. 

"Boris..." I started. A pause. I knew what I wanted to say but it felt stuck in my throat, awkward to say. So instead I opted to bury my face in his coat collar, soaking in his scent, thinking those words again, and again, and again. "... I love you." His arms squeezed around me, tight, warm, unyielding. I felt him rest his head on top of mine, face nuzzled into my hair. 

"Ah, flower..... I lov you, too. I love you a lott..." And I can hear it in his voice- after all the hard work he's poured into making the garden around him flourish and bloom, his heart has done the same, alongside mine. 

His embrace loosened, prompting me to look up at him. That goofy smile of his was still there- for someone who fretted about his teeth so much previously, it was amazing how gorgeous it was. So handsome. So very, well, him. 

And I couldn't help the laughter that bubbles up next, but it didn't matter, not with how it spread so quickly to Boris too, just as relieved and giddy as I was, and perhaps still wandering if this was a dream like I had been. 

"Ah, if onlee you had said somthing sooner... There were som lovelie lillies in bloom I daydreamed about giv-ing you, you knowe." He confessed. I smiled, and patted his arm reassuringly. 

"Oh, Boris- don't worry, they'll have time to bloom again. And I'll be here, still." I promised. And the smile he gave me was perhaps the sweetest I'd ever seen on him.

[affectionatealien]

Morning Walks

Summary: Sometimes an early morning walk is all it takes to appreciate the small things.

Warnings: None

A/N: This is just a decently short drabble (like barely 500 words) abt me n boris but idk I’ve been thinkin abt stuff I used to do and how much I still really like super early morning walks when I’m. Actually awake to do them jfsldfjsfa. 

The early morning, before the sun had risen, somewhere between too early to be getting up and too late to be awake, was a time that often proved to be a strange window into where me and Boris's odd sleep schedules always met. Sometimes we were both still awake from a night of restlessness, others he was just waking while I was still attempting to readjust from a recent night shift. No matter what though, when we both still found ourselves awake and listless, we agreed on what was the best way to spend it- a quiet walk.

In the mountains, mornings were always just a little chilly- enough of an incentive to loop an arm around the other, a tangled walk that had become effortless for us by now. Occasionally the cold would be biting enough that I'd wonder if burying myself under Boris's reddish brown curls of hair would make up for my lack of a coat, a notion that always amused him. The quiet around us was still heavy- in the dimly lit street we were the only thing that made noise, and even then, it was never above a whisper- we enjoyed the calm too much to break it with much else than the occasional too loud laugh at the other's quip and our dreamy, wistful conversations. And during this our gaze always turned to the night sky- the town was dark, rural, and left us with a decent view of the starry night sky. He'd ask me which constellations I remembered sometimes, or I'd point them out to him, earning a thoughtful nod.

Eventually, our walk took us where it always did- the lone donut shop open at this hour, sat at the highway, flickering neon by the door meant to beckon in weary travellers. And every time whoever worked that morning gave us a warm, but still sleepy nod. We'd become such a familiar presence most didn't feel the need to hide behind a too cheery demeanor at this hour in the morning. With sugary snacks and a warm beverage (I was partial to their too sweet cappuccinos, and Boris had taken a liking to whatever roast they used for their coffee) we cozied up at a table stashed away by the window, and found ourselves talking, or sometimes just enjoying each other's company, as we let our gazes drift between each other to the sunrise stretching from behind the mountains.

It wasn't until other people began to file in, sometimes people we'd recognize and make small talk with (Or people we'd recently delivered flowers to, thanking us for the bouquet- there weren't words for how Boris seemed to glow after interactions like that), that we found ourselves satisfied with our little outing, returning back home in the warm glow of the sunrise. And usually, we found our way back to bed, sunlight filtering in through the window as we took a moment to bask in each other's presence- the dreaminess of dawn breaking left us tender and warm, and even more aware of how nice, how safe being curled into each other's arms felt. And when dawn finally broke into morning, our day would start, and that dreamy not would always persist.

[affectionatealien]

Partly Cloudy

Summary: Sometimes days just start out bad and stay that way. It’s at least nice to have someone there who wants to make it better. 

Warnings: None

A/N: This is just a pretty short drabble with my insert/ flower protag sona and Habit bc yesterday was particularly stressful and uhhhh writing cuddling is nice so :-)

Habit had been painfully aware of just how glum I'd been that day. It was one of those moods brought on by bad dreams of old memories, and despite my own attempts to fight it off, it insisted on lingering. I was lucky that it had become rarer and rarer as of late, but still some days I just couldn't shake it, I suppose. It was something I tried to keep to myself, I couldn't see the point in bothering other people with something so unresolveable. Despite this though, Boris was somehow sensitive enough to tell despite doing my best to give no indication of it. And, as he always did, he wanted to do something about it.

Today he'd tried a little bit of everything- from staying in bed late with me for cuddles, helping me make a particularly nice lunch, and now watching old movies. They were sweet gestures, but only seemed to help temporarily, and Boris could tell. Which was probably why he didn't seem to be paying the movie much attention either any more. Instead he'd opted to tangle one of his hands into my hair, playing with the strands absentmindedly. Part of me wished I could fall asleep to the quieting affection, but noon had barely passed, and despite the emotional exhaustion I knew I wouldn't be able to.

"Oh, Finn... I'm soree I can't helb you feel beter..." Habit finally sighed, as he curled a lock of hair around one of his fingers.

"Aw Boris, you don't have to apologize for that. It's nothin' you can help, I'm just... Like this today. After all, you've done more than enough to try and help, and just that means a lot to me y'know?" I told him. His concerned frown relaxed to a soft smile, and he patted my head.

"Ah, but still, I wish I could dew morr... You shuldn't hav to be frownie..." He said. His hand had moved from my hair to my face, now cupping it ever so gently. The movie that played was simply background noise to us, half forgotten as we'd turned to each other. I shook my head, and gave a ghost of a smile.

"I know... But I think I can handle one bad day though. Especially if you're here." That managed to ease his concerned expression, his eyes soft as he looked down at me. He scooted closer, leaned over me to plant a saccharine kiss on my forehead. And then another, and another, until he's satisfied with the soft chuckle it got from me. He turned to embrace me, and it's one of those hugs that made me melt like nothing else. Firm, as he rubbed my back with one hand. I gladly returned the hug, giving a hearty squeeze. I couldn't help but nuzzle into the collar of his coat too- it was so soft, and inviting. And as usual he still smelled of that too sweet bubblegum toothpaste, but lately it had been accompanied by something more floral. Probably from all the time he'd been spending in the garden now. He hummed, to both of us, mumbling something about his 'solnyshka'- his pet name for me he knew I loved the most. He pressed another kiss to the top of my head, before resting his chin atop my head.

"Thank you... We'll hav plenty of habby days to come anyways. I promis." He said. I couldn't help the warm smile that came to my face at those words- he was right. I trusted him.

[affectionatealien]

Medbay

This is oldish because I kinda. completely forgot to even post it after I finished it whoops

also it’s really short and like..... the closest I come to writing any sort of Drama(tm) lmao 

Anyways self insert gets injured during an on base incident, Kaz is fussy abt it, that kinda thing

Coming to, the first things I notice are all of the familiar noises of the med bay- the hum of machinery I was used to monitoring, carts rattling down the hallway. Strangely enough, it all feels so foreign, being stuck as the patient and not the bedside doctor. The soreness in my shoulder, a glance confirming the bandaged area, reminding me how I'd gotten here. Mother base had been attacked- they landed on the medical platform, took over. I tried to escape- thought that maybe if I could get away and back to the base I could provide some kind of information to help subdue the threat. I didn't make it out of course- instead I ended up cornered by one of the enemy soldiers. I'd been lucky enough that big boss showed up in time to save me, but not before being injured- shot in the shoulder once, maybe twice. It gets a little fuzzy at that point between the pain and panic. From there it was in and out of consciousness, being rushed into surgery at some point, and then here. 

The door clicking catches my attention, expecting a nurse (hopefully with painkillers- now that I was awake my shoulder wound was more than distracting), and surprised to see a familiar sunglassed face. I manage a weak smile as he hobbles in, closing the door behind him. 

"Lee! You're awake..." He says, making his way to my bed. "I ah, stopped in earlier this morning, but they said you hadn't woke up yet... How are you feeling?"

"Been better... Guess it coulda been worse though, all things considered." I reply. He only shakes his head. 

"Well, I'm at least glad you're taking it well."

"Hey, I'm still kickin', so I can't be too mad about it," I say, shrugging dismissively. "Besides, this is the closest I've gotten to a day off in awhile y'know? Might as well try and enjoy it!" Kaz doesn't seem as amused by the statement as I am.

"Elliot...."

"What?"

"Can you at least pretend to be a little concerned about the fact you could have died? Or that you're injured?" He asks. I huff, going to cross my arms before the sharp pain in my shoulder reminds me that isn't a good idea at the moment.  

"Yeah, I know... Doesn't exactly help to dwell on it though. I made it, and that's what matters."

"You made it this time. What if something happens like this again, though? And this time snake isn't there to save your hide?" 

"I know! Just because I don't wanna fucking talk about it doesn't mean I don't know! And yeah, it is scary! Scary enough I'd rather not have to dwell on it!" I snap, struggling to sit up. His scowl softens, expression turning apologetic.

"Sorry, I- I didn't mean to come off so harsh. It's just.... After I'd heard what happened, I couldn't stop thinking.... If I'd actually lost you..." He trails off, breathing deeply. "I just want you to be safe."

"It's okay, Kaz, I will be. It's just scary for me to think about too... Like you said, if boss hadn't been there..." It's certainly not a pretty thought. "It won't happen again though. I'll make sure of it." 

"Thank you..." He leans down, running a hand through my hair before carefully embracing me. "So will I. I'll do whatever I can.... I've already lost so much, I won't lose you too, not if I can help it." I lean into his embrace, unable to do much else between my damaged shoulder and the IV in my other arm. His warm lips press against my forehead, a reassuring kiss as his hand cups my jaw. It's obvious he wants to wrap himself around me, if it weren't for the bed's railing and the IV line interfering. 

"Hope I'm not intruding too much," Comes a gruff voice from the doorway. We'd been too caught up with each other to notice the other person entering, none other than Big Boss himself. Not even Kaz's dark sunglasses can obscure his surprise as he separates from me swiftly, trying to keep from getting tangled with the IV. 

"Boss...!" He begins, not sure how to proceed. It wasn't like Snake didn't already know about the two of us, but we weren't exactly openly intimate around him either. 

"Kaz. It's alright," He says. Kaz eases up in response, as the boss turns his gaze to me.

"Elliot."

"Sir! .... I'd salute, but uh." I gesture to either of my arms.

"No need to. just stopped by to make sure you were alright."

"Well, I haven't seen a nurse yet so I'm not sure what all the details are... I think I'm alright, all things considered, thanks to you, sir. I can't express how grateful I am." He smiles, just barely, in response. 

"Just looking out for my men. You did good, too- you risked yourself to try and help out. It's noble of you."

"Thank you again, sir... It's the least I can do after all." I give a sheepish grin. A compliment from the boss himself- couldn't wait to tell Pat about that. He nods at me, before looking to Kaz again.

"Kaz, I did need to ask you about something, if you'll come with me," He says. "Sure thing, boss." Kaz gives my non injured shoulder a friendly pat. "I'll be around again later. Take it easy, yeah?"

"Of course. I'll see ya." He grins once more before tailing out of the room after Big Boss, someone else saluting the both of them before slipping into my room before the door can even close.

"Lee! You're up!" Pat exclaims, flashing a grin at me. "See you had some important visitors, ain't you lucky?"

"You bet... Man, you're not gonna believe what the boss told me..."

[affectionatealien]

Lunch Break

This is. way shorter than the last thing I wrote luckily lmao but it’s just a short kinda goofy thing abt a lunch date between me and kaz that’s not actually a lunch date... wanted to try writing this after listening to this video again

Fic is under the cut!

"Listen, we can continue this after lunch break. I'm starved, and that file isn't going anywhere," I say, sliding my coat off and draping it over the chair at my desk. Before the nurse has a chance to retaliate I've left, successfully dodging out of work. Well, for half an hour at least. It was good enough for me, anyways. However, it appears that someone else is waiting for me, just down the hall.

"Kaz? Something you needed?" I ask, walking up to his side.

"No, nothing business, at least. Were you heading out to lunch?" 

"Yeah actually. You wanting to join?" 

"Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to come by my office, have lunch just, you know. The two of us," He explains, a hint of a smile. Well that was a surprise- it was something I'd suggested before, but neither of our schedules ever seemed to sync up enough for it to happen. Always managing to only catch each other after the other had ate.

"Oh yeah? I don't think I'd mind that. Should we go grab food or...?"

"Well, I already got us something, if that's alright...." 

"Sure! I trust you got us something good," I say, chuckling as I follow him out of med bay. A break from the noisy mess hall would be nice, and sharing a quiet lunch with kaz was even nicer. With how often things were busy for both of us, time together that wasn't during evening or nights was a rarity.  

It's a short jeep ride across the bridge to the command platform, and an elevator takes us to his office. The desk is a mess of paper work as usual, and as he pulls up a chair for me and tries to clear a space out I take a moment to glance out the window- a proud view of mother base and the endless ocean that stretches past it. Between the scenery and the privacy, this would be fine dining compared to mess hall. Speaking of food- what exactly had Miller brought up here for the two of us? 

Glancing back he gestures me over, desk cleared (and by that I mean things are now stacked and shoved to the side) and he produces a paper bag from a drawer in his desk.

"What, you pack a lunch from home?" I ask, sitting down. I can barely see him roll his eyes from behind his aviators. He pulls out something wrapped in paper from the bag, handing one to me, and keeping one for himself. "Burgers...?" I begin, squinting at him as something clicks into place. "This wouldn't have anything to do with that burger business you mentioned awhile back would it?"

"I- ah, well..." He sputters, obviously caught.

"So is this a lunch date or are you just needing someone to use as a taste tester?"

"Lee, come on.... I mean, I do need to run the latest batch by a few more people, but I did want to see you too! And I promise you- it's good." I sigh, unwrapping the burger, and the first thing I notice is the color. What the hell has to happen to bread to make it that color...?

"Kaz.... You don't seriously expect me to eat this do you? What the hell's wrong with it?" I ask. Part of me wants to see what the hell's even under the bun, but another, smaller voice tells me maybe it's best I don't know. 

"Hey, just because it doesn't look the best doesn't mean it's not great. Listen, it's not gonna kill you." Silence, again- this time he looks down, just enough to glance at me over the brim of his sunglasses. Giving me his best pleading look because he knows damn well it works every time.

"... I'm holding you to that. If I die from eating this, you bet your ass I'll haunt you over it. Forever." He only chuckles, head shaking slightly. I try not to look at the burger too much before finally taking a bite, expecting the worst- only to get, well. Something I can't exactly describe, other than 'damn good'. I don't say anything, but I can tell Kaz already knows, the way he's grinning, leaned back in his chair. 

"Well?" He asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

"It's... Wow. That's.... amazing?" 

"Yeah I know! I told you, R & D's been working on this forever now! All we need to do after this is some minor tweaking, and business can really start..." Unwrapping his own burger, he takes a bite. 

"Well, I suppose you could start with the color, it's not exactly appealing..." While it's no fine dining, just me, kaz, and a bag of questionably safe to eat burgers, there's still something about it that's charming. Perhaps it's the relaxed atmosphere, or maybe it's just how he seems so legitimately excited as he continues on about his burger business, and his plans on where to take it. After all, seeing him so legitimately invested in and excited about something is a rare sight. 

As enjoyable as it is though, it's short lived- a glance at the clock on his desk reminds me I have other obligations, a nurse still waiting for some old paper work. There's a hint of disappointment in his voice when I mention my lunch break is up- however it seems to lighten once I remind him we can pick back up on our discussion after work. He follows me to the door , stealing a quick kiss before sending me on my way. On my way back down in the elevator, I can't help but hum to myself, unable to be too bothered by the rest of the work day I had left. After all, I had something nice to look forward to.

[affectionatealien]

Equally Damaged

I am not a writer by any means but that definitely doesn’t keep me from doing it whoops

Anyways this is mostly?? Something to just preface how my insert ends up involved with kaz and all. It’s gross and sappy and emotional bc I am gross and sappy and emotional so that’s a warning (also that this is all in first person bc I am a Bad Writer)

Finding the motivation to crawl out of a warm bed in the mornings was never easy. Particularly when your bedmate was so cozily wrapped around you, and the steel floor under your feet was stingingly cold. Of course, not showing up to work wasn't an option either. So, slipping out of under the arm Kaz had slung over me and making my way towards the bathroom, it was time to prepare for the day ahead.

Every morning was simple enough- brush my teeth, pull my hair back, just enough to look presentable at the med bay. This morning though I found myself lingering in front of the mirror, fingers tracing over fresh marks on my neck, hips- either from kaz's mouth or where his fingertips dug in a little too hard. The usual evidence of his rough lovemaking. When we'd first started seeing each other ('just something to blow off a little steam' as he'd put it) it was exciting, enthralling. As it carried on though, it became obvious it was an outlet for him- a way to take out the anger and pain on someone else. And I couldn't blame him. I knew what it was like to lose so much, to hurt like this. Infatuation aside, it's why I stayed- it was the least I could do. I understood, and he needed that. So I didn't mind providing the release.

Dressed and ready, I'd come back into the bedroom, pausing to glance at Kaz. Still asleep, and peaceful. It was the closest he ever came to looking tender, save for the few glances I'd seen of how he acts when the stress of work and his own mission for revenge weren't consuming him. Further proof of how much we had in common- I couldn't help but wonder if he was like me, so different from how he was now before having everything taken from him. I find myself sitting back on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully. Taking a moment to brush a loose strand of hair from his face, stubble scratching the back of my hand. Part of me wished I could just be satisfied with the fling we had going. After all, longing for it to be anything more seemed impossible, wishful thinking that my mind wandered to a little too often.  With a sigh, I lean forward, planting a careful kiss onto his forehead. "...Love you, Kaz." It's almost embarrassing how naturally the words come to me. What's more embarrassing though, is when he stirs. 

"Hmm...?" He grunts, still squinting as he tries to look up to me. How long had he been awake??

"I- ah, it's nothing. Talking to myself." I stutter, straightening up. "Don't wanna be late- I'll see you around though." I go to get up, only to be stopped by an arm wrapping across my waist, and the warmth of Kaz leaning into my back. He's looking up at me, still squinting as he tries to adjust to even the dim light of the room.

"Kaz...?" I begin, unsure how to react to well. Any of this. For a moment he looks like he's going to say something- only to stop, brow furrowed like he's thinking again. Deciding against something. 

"...Ah, it's... nothing. I'll see you later." And with that he releases me, giving my hip a friendly pat before settling back into bed. Standing up, I'm sure to be quiet as I slide his door back shut, heading for the med bay before I was late and would have to deal with that mess. 

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Today was at least a good day to be distracted- only a few soldiers had come in for a monthly physical, and sick bay was surprisingly empty for once. Unfortunately, though, it seemed letting my mind wander was only stressing me out more. It came back to Kaz over and over again, how he most certainly had something on his mind too- what was it? What kept him from saying it? Had he heard what I'd said to him? Was it about that? But he was half asleep, maybe it really wasn't anything of importance... I bet I was just blowing this out of proportion. Yeah, that had to be it. But what if it wasn't? Rinse and repeat, that seemed to be how my thoughts cycled all throughout the morning. 

I'd hoped lunch would take my mind off the subject, the loudness of the mess hall being momentarily distracting, along with the usual perusing the menu for something my picky tastes deemed edible. Not much that fell into that category today, but I didn't exactly need a big lunch to function anyways. Besides, I wasn't even sure I was up for eating too much. Even with my thoughts off of my current dilemma, I was apparently distracted enough still to not notice Pat sliding up next to me in line. Not until he'd bumped his tray into mine, looking smug as ever when I finally glanced at him. 

"What's got you all lost in thought, doc?" He asks, grabbing an apple to inspect as the line moves once more.

"Dumb Shit.”

"Yeah, dumb shit that's obviously bothering you. What's up?" I shake my head at him. 

"I'm stupid and let myself get too deep into shit. Again." Pat waits until we're walking to an unoccupied table to answer. 

"What, is this about Kaz again?" 

"Yeah..." I recount this morning's events to him, along with my concerns. "It's probably nothing... Like you said, he was barely even awake," Pat assures me.

"Yeah, that's fair... Probably been worked up over nothing all morning. Thanks for hearing me out." He nods in acknowledgement, mouth too full to actually respond. "Though... I dunno, I'm still feeling kinda dumb for letting myself end up being so... Infatuated with him." 

"Can't blame you, I mean, commander miller's salty as hell, but he's still hot..."

"No, I mean- well yeah, he is but like. I'm talking about the 'I wanna date him and hold his hand' type infatuation..." Pat snorts at that, setting his drink down.

"What, I thought assholes weren't your type?"

"This is different! I mean... He's not always like that. He's like me you know?"  

"And that's why you like him?"

"It's part of it... I guess it's comforting. The idea of being with someone who can understand what you've been through." And I knew he did- it was during one of those rare moments that I'd caught him in a good mood, and he allowed our conversation to get a little more personal than either of us was used to. Hell, I'd say that was when I started falling for him- the way he smiled, patted my shoulder, and reassured me I was strong despite what I'd gone through. That he understood what it felt like to be broken, helpless to do anything about it despite your best efforts. It was a comfort that I ached to experience once more, but I was afraid that was the only taste I'd ever get of it. 

A vacant glance at my watch brought me out of thought, realizing that my lunch break was coming to a close. The same was true for Pat, who was already getting ready to leave. I thanked him again for listening to me ramble, to which he replied that it was no problem, and wishing me luck. God knows that I'd need it. 

The afternoon seemed to be mostly filling out and filing paperwork, updating patient information. Normally a mundane activity I didn't care for, but it required enough of my attention that it did a much better job of distracting me from any extraneous thoughts, something to be grateful for at this point. And for once, it seemed to be a good way to kill time- before I knew it, it had already gotten late, my shift nearing an end. A welcome relief. Well, not that I had much to do afterwards- probably would just return to my room, another night of listening to cassettes, maybe have a smoke to wind down. But it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe a little alone time to ponder on something else was deserved. 

The walk to my barracks takes me past one of the shooting ranges, new recruits still out and practicing. Further up I can see guards switching posts with the next shift- even with the sun almost down, the base seems lively. On top of that, surprisingly homely for a military base in the middle of the ocean. Maybe though, that was just me confusing what felt familiar for what felt hospitable. 

Approaching the barracks finally, winding down a hall to my room, I don't even notice the person that's been waiting for me until they approach, the telltale noise of a crutch clacking against the floor. 

"Ah! Commander Miller!" I straighten up, keeping in mind we're in public, to address him properly. He waves dismissively though, letting me stand at ease. 

"Elliot... If you have a moment, I was wondering if we could talk." He says plainly. Nothing quite makes my stomach drop like that phrase- I wasn't used to it meaning anything good. 

"Of course." I reply, gulping, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me. He nods, turning, and motioning for me to follow. Apparently he wanted this talk to happen somewhere else- even more nerve wracking. As we make our way across the platform, few words are exchanged- small talk about work, comments on nearby construction, but that's it. It appears we're both too distracted by other thoughts to really keep anything coherent going. We pass the command center- heading towards where his room is. I'm not sure if the fact this isn't official business relieves me or worries me even more. 

Once at his room, he slides the door open, letting me in before he shuts it, sitting on the bed. He stares at me for a moment, looking like he's trying to find words, something to say. Instead he sighs, leaning back, patting his lap. "C'mere." He grunts. I pause- did he just bring me back here to fool around? No, certainly not- he still looks like he's got something he wants to say, the way he looks me over, but he can't bring himself to, or can't articulate it. Coming forward, I straddle him before he's guiding me into his lap- hands on my hips, but it's different this time. He doesn't yank me down, and when his mouth presses to mine it's almost hesitant. Like he wants to be careful. When he pulls back, he stares again.

"Kaz, are you doing alright...?" I begin, staring back, trying to find a hint of whatever might be wrong.

"Lee..." He starts, only stopping again. "Tell me... Did you ah... Really mean what you said to me this morning? Before leaving?" Oh god. He had heard me. Should I back pedal? Explain myself? Stuttering for a moment, I tried to think of something, anything, intelligible to reply with. 

"I- Yeah, but... I didn't think you'd, uh. Hear." I begin. No response from him. "Listen, if it makes things too weird, I understand..." I try to slide out of his lap, only for his arm around my waist to tighten. 

"No- no it isn't that. I just..." He sighs again, fishing for words. "...I'm sorry." "What?" 

"I... I know I haven't been the best to you. You don't deserve that."

"You really don't need to apologize... I know what it's like to be angry, I understand it. After all, what we're doing is just to blow off some steam, right?" I shrug.

"No... I mean, yeah, that's what it was but... I don't think that's what I want it to be any more. Elliot, you don't deserve this, not as one of the only people who understands." His hand moves to my cheek, cupping it, looking me in the eyes. It one of the few times I've seen him without his sunglasses, and the only time he's looked at me so softly, eyes brimming with emotion. "And not as someone I care about." 

Just hearing that is enough to make the lump in my throat tighten, hot tears blurring my vision- a sob shakes me, Kaz looking mildly panicked. I lean into him, hands on his shoulders for support as he strokes my cheek. 

"You- Do you actually mean that? Really?" I ask, voice shaking. He nods. "Absolutely. Lee... You mean so much to me." He pulls me into a hug, holding me against him while I continue to messily cry into his shoulder. He continues to console me, rubbing circles into my back. The warmth of his body and rhythm of his breathing calms me- it gives me something to focus on other than the overwhelming emotions overtaking me. He waits for me to stop shaking as badly before pulling me back, looking me in the eye once more. "Elliot... I want you to say it again. Tell me what you told me this morning... Please..." He begins. I breathe deeply, trying to steady my voice.

"Kaz... I love you, Kaz...." I manage to say in between sniffles. Now it looks like it's his turn to tear up, but instead he just pulls me into him, rocking gently with me. 

"Thank you... I. I love you too," He says. Another pause. "From now on... I want us to help each other. It's. It's already hard enough for the both of us. No more of this me hurting you bullshit... We need each other." I nod against his shoulder, in return he pats me on the back. He straightens up once more, wiping my tears away before they threatened to spill over again. 

"Here..." He begins, peppering light kisses across my cheeks, shifting to lay me down on his bed. He hesitates, hovering over me as he takes the time to look me over before nuzzling his face against my neck. He  kisses his way up to my mouth, gentler than I ever remember him being- to think of how much I'd longed for this. Hands cupping his face, the scratch of his stubble feels so nice. So does the taste of his mouth, the hint of his cologne- all things I'd never taken the time time to notice before. Well, things I didn't have the time to notice then.

Kaz lays himself next to me, smoothing his hand down my side for a moment as he stares at me, looking lost in thought. He leans in for another kiss, his arm snaking around my waist before he pulls back, resting his forehead against mine. 

"Ah... Sorry if I'm not... Any good with this cuddly stuff. Guess I'm a little rusty after everything...." He mutters, shifting a bit. I shake my head, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. His eyes flutter closed as he leans into it, sighing. Like it's the first gentleness he's been shown in ages.

"No, this is perfect- it's nice just being like this..." I assure, the hand I had in his hair trailing down to his cheek. He gently places his own hand over mine, giving a comforting squeeze. Again and again he presses his warm lips against my forehead, before pulling himself closer to me.

We continue to lay like this, my hands idly tracing along his back, while he occasionally nuzzles into my shoulder, letting himself relax. As he gets more comfortable his hand wanders more, and his kissing is more plentiful. And I'm glad to reciprocate- sometimes he tenses up before reassuring it's ok, that he's just not used to it, but other times he looks like he'll melt, eyes fluttering half shut as he drinks in the sensation. It's all so exploratory, as we both remember what it's like to let someone get this close. 

Another quiet moment passes, exhaustion from a long day finally settling in as our touches linger more often, our movements sluggish. Kaz reminds me we're both still dressed from work, suggesting that we should get ready to rest for now. I can't help but agree, and we both sit up long enough to strip down to undergarments, before settling into bed again. Removing his sunglasses before switching the lamp on the night stand off, Kaz drapes an arm over me,  burying his face into my hair. His hand finds mine, fingers interlacing as he hums in satisfaction. How cute. I sigh, eyes closing as I let myself relax back into him. Strangely enough, this bed feels warmer now, and I drift off, thinking about how the next morning will be a little harder to get up for- not that it was a problem.