FIC: Your Corporeality
Title: Your Corporeality (is all I need)
Pair: Kurt/Adam
Spoilers: Starts after 4.11 and goes through after 4.14 with vague hints towards the events in the episode, but they play out differently here than they will the show probably.
Warning: description of noncon from a non-main character in this fic
Word Count: 4810
Prompt: Kurt isn't sure if Adam's lack of romantic affection (he gets plenty of the brotherly kind) is due to Adam not being physically attracted to him, or Adam being overly considerate. Kurt decides to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and makes the first move himself.
It had been so busy when they’d reached Le Éléphanteau Rose, the pretentious little cafe on the corner near Callbacks, that they’d had to sit outside. Though the crowd inside had thinned, and the air was chilly and bit their cheeks and ears, the two of them made no move to go anywhere. Their quick cup of coffee had lasted three hours, and Kurt, swaddled in a fluffy scarf, sipped his latte, now cold, and leaned forward on his hand. He was oddly warm, anyway.
Pair: Kurt/Adam
Spoilers: Starts after 4.11 and goes through after 4.14 with vague hints towards the events in the episode, but they play out differently here than they will the show probably.
Warning: description of noncon from a non-main character in this fic
Word Count: 4810
Prompt: Kurt isn't sure if Adam's lack of romantic affection (he gets plenty of the brotherly kind) is due to Adam not being physically attracted to him, or Adam being overly considerate. Kurt decides to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and makes the first move himself.
It had been so busy when they’d reached Le Éléphanteau Rose, the pretentious little cafe on the corner near Callbacks, that they’d had to sit outside. Though the crowd inside had thinned, and the air was chilly and bit their cheeks and ears, the two of them made no move to go anywhere. Their quick cup of coffee had lasted three hours, and Kurt, swaddled in a fluffy scarf, sipped his latte, now cold, and leaned forward on his hand. He was oddly warm, anyway.