Fic: Everything and More
Title: Everything and More
Author: Walkury
Paring: Karl/Vin (omg!)
Rating: R
Summary: Somewhat plotless, a lot of happy thoughts.
Disclaimer: Not happened, probably will not ever happen either. No harm intended.
Beta: no beta, please forgive me any mistakes.
A/N: Dearest Kissa, this is what the bunny came up with. It’s not much, but it’s the first Vin I’ve ever written.
This fic is written for you, dedicated to you, but in a way, all my fics are. *hugs*
Based on this pic:
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He knew someone was watching him, but still, he did not want to open his eyes. He wanted to stay in between that state of dream and reality, in that world where everything was pastel, soft and sweet. Where his lover’s arms, smile, caresses, laugh filled his whole head and his whole being.
Slipping back into the dream, his mind brought him back to that very first moment, when friendship turned into more.
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“I love you.”
The minute he had said it, Karl slapped his hand over his mouth and raised big eyes to Vin. He did *not* say that out loud! Not! He had thought it, yes, a million times. But he swore to himself never to actually say it.
Vin cocked his head to the side, a small smile played around his lips.
Barely resisting the urge to hide himself behind one of the big, fluffy couch cushions, Karl just stared at his hands, wishing Vin would do, or say anything, preferably laugh it away, although Karl was slightly concerned Vin would smack him.
So he wasn’t really prepared for what really happened.
Vin had sank to his knees before Karl, and he gently cupped Karl’s face in his big hands.
“I love you too, Karl. And not in a friendly, straight man to straight man way, I’m afraid.”
Karl just gaped at him. Vin smiled.
“I was wondering whether you would ever say it.” With Karl still robbed of his ability to speak, Vin leaned forward to place a kiss on Karl’s lips.
“But I must say.. I’m so glad that you did.”
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And who would’ve thought the big guy would be such a sweet and gentle lover.
Even in his sleep, Karl smiled.
Not just in a sexual way, even though Vin was one of the most considerate partners Karl had ever had. Women just expected him to lead, to do all the work. They demanded to be the centre of attention, but they never returned the gesture, figuring he would get his fill ‘no matter what’. Vin did not take, ever. He gave, all. He could spend hours kissing Karl literally all over, starting at his toes, ending at the tip of his ears. Karl would feel like the most special, precious being, and in return, he wanted to give Vin everything he could. Everything and more.
Vin would cook Karl’s favourite meals, buy the books Karl once (read: five months ago) casually told him he wanted to read someday when he had time, leave small gifts on his pillow when Karl woke up alone because Vin had to leave early.
Still sleeping, Karl smiled again when he dream-remembered the red rose Vin had left on his pillow one morning.
A soft chuckle pulled him from the dream, and the fingers pushing his hair out of his face woke him up a bit more.
He rolled to his side and opened one eye, then the other, blinking sleepily before he smiled up at Vin, who sat on the edge of the bed.
“G’mornin..” Karl mumbled, rubbing his nose in the pillow that still smelled of Vin a bit.
“I didn’t want to wake you up…” Vin looked down lovingly, and he carded his fingers through Karl’s hair again.
“Where’ve you been?” Karl rasped, voice still heave with sleep.
Vin scratched the back of his head.
“I went to the bakery, bought some fresh rolls and those croissants you love.” Noticing the dark spot under his arm, Vin smiled embarrassed before adding:
“I ran. The earlier you get there the fresher they are, you know. And now they’re still warm.” He glanced at the clock.
“At least, they were when I ran back home.”
Karl rolled onto his back and reached out to pull Vin into a hug, smiling.
Fin.