A fic
Been busy, pantry is now sorted, hallway is clear, downstairs is now all tidy - carpet cleaning bloke coming Thursday for a rescue attempt.
Ignoring the junk piled haphazardly in the upstairs rooms (soooo much sorting to do *sniffle*) the place is looking better and seeming homely.
Only now I'm tired and I have work tonight *eyeroll* and... here's a fic -
Title - Nesting
Words - 933
Michael liked his job but the travelling made him doubly appreciate being home. Putting a key into his own door and entering his own space was a good feeling. Looking around he noticed subtle changes that had occurred during his trip. Smiling to himself he noted that Edward was settling in, leaving his mark He wondered briefly if it as safe to point this out, or should he leave that to after a bout of reunion smexin‘.
It was early evening so his lover would not be up for an hour or two yet, Michael took the time to pop some washing in the machine and brew a cuppa. It was nice to kick his shoes off, prop his feet on the edge of the coffee table and wiggle his socked feet. Only improvement would be having Edward here, snuggling close and basking in the heat of the fire.
The throw cushions were a nice touch; bright jewelled hues that cheered the room. They went well with the pottery vase that had appeared on the unit, strong colours blending over a voluptuous urn. His tatty table lamp had been replaced with a fancy standard lamp, the type with a carved wooden stand, a work of art on it’s own without the wide modern printed shade.
Pulling the afghan, also new, to warm his shoulders Michael admired colours. The soft wool had a luxurious feel and the circles of colour created a homely effect. The colours also matched the oddments of wool scattered on the side table, skewered by lethal looking needles. Michael couldn’t stop a grin forming. Homemade then, he rubbed his face against the woollen blanket, lovely. Edward was definitely making this his home then. Also, as these needles weren’t bent out of shape or snapped, it seemed he’d mastered his latest hobby.
The pangs from being away from his lover became overpowering, Michael got up, careful to replace the afghan as it had been. Walking quickly upstairs his socked feet made little sound, Edward had excellent hearing though. He’d have probably heard if he hadn’t still been fast asleep. The bedroom was in almost complete darkness, blackout blinds rendered the window black even on the brightest of days. Michael had ensured they were well fitted.
Using the dimmer switch to light the room only enough for him to reach the bed Michael watched his sleeping lover. He slept as soundly as the dead. But cute. Curled up under a thick fluffy quilt, his arms hugging what was surely Michael’s own pillow and his nose buried in it so his last scent before sleep would have been Michael’s.
Smoothing the sleek black hair back from his face Michael stroked a cool creamy cheek. It was such a change from the energy that Edward expended when awake. In sleep his features looked stern, his closed eyes making him younger. Awake those eyes held a knowledge that dispelled the myth of youth, and his grin… Michael ran his thumb over pale soft lips.
‘OUCH!’
Edward blinked awake. His first expression on waking was fierce but he the moan he gave as blood touched his tongue was borderline obscene. He suckled Michael’s thumb, humming at the taste of his blood. If it didn’t hurt so much he’d think it sweet. Mind catching up he released the abused thumb.
‘Oops?’ he lowered his lashes sending an apologetic look he knew melted Michael’s brain. Licking his lips he took a deep breath scenting the spilt blood, then carefully, thoroughly, licked the twin puncture wounds closed. It was probably partly Michael’s own fault but the damn vampire shouldn’t look so happy as he latched onto Michael’s hand, swirling his tongue over his fingers now and pressing kisses into his palm.
‘Missed you’ was whispered as lips travelled from finger tips to jaw line, feathering over his cheeks and mouth before returning to nip at his neck.
‘Sure your not just hungry?’ Michael teased as he felt the scrape of fangs, shuddering as he held off his lover to do his own exploring. ‘For this’ was admitted between hungry kisses and clutching hands. He was seated firm in his lover before those wicked teeth pierced is neck, the initial sharp pain melding with his building pleasure and quick forgotten to the haze of lust Edward spun around him. They cuddled afterwards, Edward humming his content as he snuggled closer.
‘I like the home improvements’ Michael murmured, watching as his blood coursed to Edward’s cheeks making them rosy. The lopsided smile took away any hint of haughty manner. Edward could pull of distain when he had to, more natural though, were his easy grins showing the tip of fangs whenever he was truly happy.
Fingers crept to rest over his steady heart beat, he’d deny the sentimentality if accused of it. Edward hummed where he rested tucked into Michael’s side, head pillowed on his shoulder. His lips were in an open kiss feeling the pulse of Michael’s jugular, a habit that had unnerved him at first but now he felt endearing.
Lifting himself, begrudgingly Edward wriggled so he could lean over Michael and demand his lips in a deep possessive kiss. ‘Missed you’ he pouted. A hand rising to trace over Michael’s face and refresh the tactile memory. They stayed tangled in each other as long as they could manage. Until Michael needed a meal and Edward needed to show of his efforts, bouncing in place at every word of approval.
His thumb was still a little sore but fangs aside, Edward really was the sweetest, fluffiest Vampire Michael knew.
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Ignoring the junk piled haphazardly in the upstairs rooms (soooo much sorting to do *sniffle*) the place is looking better and seeming homely.
Only now I'm tired and I have work tonight *eyeroll* and... here's a fic -
Title - Nesting
Words - 933
Michael liked his job but the travelling made him doubly appreciate being home. Putting a key into his own door and entering his own space was a good feeling. Looking around he noticed subtle changes that had occurred during his trip. Smiling to himself he noted that Edward was settling in, leaving his mark He wondered briefly if it as safe to point this out, or should he leave that to after a bout of reunion smexin‘.
It was early evening so his lover would not be up for an hour or two yet, Michael took the time to pop some washing in the machine and brew a cuppa. It was nice to kick his shoes off, prop his feet on the edge of the coffee table and wiggle his socked feet. Only improvement would be having Edward here, snuggling close and basking in the heat of the fire.
The throw cushions were a nice touch; bright jewelled hues that cheered the room. They went well with the pottery vase that had appeared on the unit, strong colours blending over a voluptuous urn. His tatty table lamp had been replaced with a fancy standard lamp, the type with a carved wooden stand, a work of art on it’s own without the wide modern printed shade.
Pulling the afghan, also new, to warm his shoulders Michael admired colours. The soft wool had a luxurious feel and the circles of colour created a homely effect. The colours also matched the oddments of wool scattered on the side table, skewered by lethal looking needles. Michael couldn’t stop a grin forming. Homemade then, he rubbed his face against the woollen blanket, lovely. Edward was definitely making this his home then. Also, as these needles weren’t bent out of shape or snapped, it seemed he’d mastered his latest hobby.
The pangs from being away from his lover became overpowering, Michael got up, careful to replace the afghan as it had been. Walking quickly upstairs his socked feet made little sound, Edward had excellent hearing though. He’d have probably heard if he hadn’t still been fast asleep. The bedroom was in almost complete darkness, blackout blinds rendered the window black even on the brightest of days. Michael had ensured they were well fitted.
Using the dimmer switch to light the room only enough for him to reach the bed Michael watched his sleeping lover. He slept as soundly as the dead. But cute. Curled up under a thick fluffy quilt, his arms hugging what was surely Michael’s own pillow and his nose buried in it so his last scent before sleep would have been Michael’s.
Smoothing the sleek black hair back from his face Michael stroked a cool creamy cheek. It was such a change from the energy that Edward expended when awake. In sleep his features looked stern, his closed eyes making him younger. Awake those eyes held a knowledge that dispelled the myth of youth, and his grin… Michael ran his thumb over pale soft lips.
‘OUCH!’
Edward blinked awake. His first expression on waking was fierce but he the moan he gave as blood touched his tongue was borderline obscene. He suckled Michael’s thumb, humming at the taste of his blood. If it didn’t hurt so much he’d think it sweet. Mind catching up he released the abused thumb.
‘Oops?’ he lowered his lashes sending an apologetic look he knew melted Michael’s brain. Licking his lips he took a deep breath scenting the spilt blood, then carefully, thoroughly, licked the twin puncture wounds closed. It was probably partly Michael’s own fault but the damn vampire shouldn’t look so happy as he latched onto Michael’s hand, swirling his tongue over his fingers now and pressing kisses into his palm.
‘Missed you’ was whispered as lips travelled from finger tips to jaw line, feathering over his cheeks and mouth before returning to nip at his neck.
‘Sure your not just hungry?’ Michael teased as he felt the scrape of fangs, shuddering as he held off his lover to do his own exploring. ‘For this’ was admitted between hungry kisses and clutching hands. He was seated firm in his lover before those wicked teeth pierced is neck, the initial sharp pain melding with his building pleasure and quick forgotten to the haze of lust Edward spun around him. They cuddled afterwards, Edward humming his content as he snuggled closer.
‘I like the home improvements’ Michael murmured, watching as his blood coursed to Edward’s cheeks making them rosy. The lopsided smile took away any hint of haughty manner. Edward could pull of distain when he had to, more natural though, were his easy grins showing the tip of fangs whenever he was truly happy.
Fingers crept to rest over his steady heart beat, he’d deny the sentimentality if accused of it. Edward hummed where he rested tucked into Michael’s side, head pillowed on his shoulder. His lips were in an open kiss feeling the pulse of Michael’s jugular, a habit that had unnerved him at first but now he felt endearing.
Lifting himself, begrudgingly Edward wriggled so he could lean over Michael and demand his lips in a deep possessive kiss. ‘Missed you’ he pouted. A hand rising to trace over Michael’s face and refresh the tactile memory. They stayed tangled in each other as long as they could manage. Until Michael needed a meal and Edward needed to show of his efforts, bouncing in place at every word of approval.
His thumb was still a little sore but fangs aside, Edward really was the sweetest, fluffiest Vampire Michael knew.
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