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So I’ll go if you want me to
Ever if you want for something
I’ll do what you want me to
I want you I want for nothing
— Under You by Charly Bliss
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Rune takes my hand as he gets up from his seat. “Come on, Morgan.” He says as he begins to walk to the exit.
I follow along, down the line of cramed people, out the sky-tram doors and down the stairs onto the sidewalk. It’s still raining a little but not as hard as when we left work. I look into the street as cars pass by, raindrops hitting their windshields and bouncing off onto the road. I look over at Rune. His hairs wet and his shirt is positively soaked from the downpour earlier, the current rain isn’t helping either.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
Rune looks back at me, water hitting his face. “To my house, obviously.” His eyebrows are knit together making him look even more angry than he normally does. It’s cute.
“Oh…”
…
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“I mean why are you taking me to your place, it’s not like my apartment was that many more stops away.”
“I don’t know..” Rune looks away. “Let’s just.. keep walking okay?”
I hum an affirmation, Rune still holding onto my hand. If it weren’t for the argument we had had right after leaving work that caused this whole situation to occur I might have just called it romantic… I might anyway. It’s not everyday your coworker frenemy (although Rune would have probably just said enemy) takes you back to HIS place after you both get caught in the rain.
After about five more minutes of walking we make it to Rune’s house. Rune lets go of my hand and goes around to the side of the two story building and up a small flight of stairs to his front door, well maybe it’s more of a side door, but that’s not really what’s important. I follow his lead. From the looks of things Rune’s house is actually the top half of a dual plex. And there isn’t much decor on his patio, only a single pot holding white and orange snapdragons.
He opens his door and steps inside. I enter after him. And just like outside, the inside isn’t much better. I’m not really sure what I was expecting but it was definitely more than this. To the left is a round table with four chairs around it, and to the right is the living room. Out of everything I see the most colorful is the rug in the living room and even that doesn’t have much life in it.
We both take our shoes off.
Rune walks to the kitchen, he doesn’t turn on the lights. There’s just enough sun left to be coming in through the windows so It's not really necessary. I follow him.
“Soooo…” I say.
He sighs and turns towards me. “I’m going to get a kettle going… then I’ll look to see if I have anything that’ll fit you,”
I’m kinda taken aback, he’s being nice. “You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“And let you wear wet clothes in my house? On my furniture? I don’t think so.” He retorts, shaking his head and placing the kettle on the stove. “Besides I don’t want you getting sick and slacking off even more than you already do.”
“Wah! I do not slack off!”
He side eyes me and laughs a little, well maybe it’s more of a chuckle… maybe even a giggle? I can see his Adam's Apple move up and down. I look away, and can feel my face heating up. By the time I look back he’s already gone. I didn’t even hear him move.
It only takes Rune a couple minutes to return with a pair of folded up pajama pants and a shirt that looks like it may be a size too small.
“Here you can try these…” he doesn’t look me in the eyes. Weird.
“Uh, thanks?” I take the clothes from him and start walking towards the hallway.
“The bathrooms on the right by the way.” He calls back to me.
“Okay!”
His house really is nothing like my apartment. All the way down to the bathroom. Where mine has tacky tiles and a cheap shower, His is actually decent. The flooring is white and the walls are a nice deep blue, which I wasn’t expecting with how much he seems to love warm colors. The appliances also seem more up to date. Which makes sense, I think this part of town was renovated some not too long before I moved here.
I take off my wet clothes and set them down on the floor (there aren’t many other places to put them.) I pull on the pants Rune gave me and look in the mirror. Stars am I glad my underwear didn’t get as wet as the rest of my clothes. Runes pants barely fit me. The waist is fine, except they sit at the base of my tail weirdly. And with the length they look more like capris than pants. I tried to put the shirt he gave me on but I knew it would be a lost cause. I undo my ponytail and put my hair into a single braid.
Welp I guess this is it…
I leave the bathroom and go back to the kitchen. The sun’s almost fully down and there's a single floor lamp between the kitchen and dining area that was turned on. Rune’s standing next to the counter pouring hot water into two mugs each with a tea bag in it.
He turns to look at me. In this lighting I can just almost see his face turn red.
“I didn’t know you had nipple piercings.”
Fuck.
“Uhh yeahh sorry the shirt didn’t fit and my other one was ya know… wet? But if you’re umm” I fake cough “uncomfortable I can go-“
“NO!” He half screams before clearing his throat. “No, it’s fine.” He looks away grabbing the mugs and turns back to me. Using one of his free hands to gesture to the table.
We both take a seat and he passes me one of the mugs.
It's quiet. Neither of us say anything. I take a sip of the tea. I think it’s apple and green tea. It tastes sweet.
…
This is awkward…
*BOOM* We both jump a little. With the sudden thunder came another downpour of rain. Its drops are loud on the roof and windows.
“You can stay here for the night.” Rune looks up at me. We make eye contact.
“What..?” I’m caught off guard by that one. “I couldn’t… I mean it’s your-“
“No,” he interrupts me again. This time he sounds more sure of himself. “You will stay the night. The last train for the night will be before the rain stops and I’m not going to make you go through that storm.”
“Okay.” I’m taken aback. I didn’t realize Rune could be so nice. I wonder if he feels bad about all the fights we get into? It’s just so weird… he’s usually more: ready to never see me again. Not: offering to let me stay at his place.
We both finish our tea in silence and then Rune goes to get ready for bed.
I decided to take this as an opportunity to look around a bit more. The kitchen is pretty small but it has all the essentials, he even has a washer and dryer. I look over to the front door and the living room just passed it. There’s no couch. He has a loveseat and two mismatched arm chairs. Where am I going to sleep if there’s no couch? Cause there’s NO WAY I’m fitting on that loveseat.
I hear a door open and Rune steps out into the hallway. His hair’s dry now, but not styled so it’s hanging down around his face. And his pajamas are fairly simple; just a t-shirt and sweatpants.
We make eye contact.
“Well…” he says and motions for me to go with him.
I guess this is really happening. I’m about to share a bed with Rune. And if I were to be totally honest I don’t mind one bit.
I enter his bedroom and just like everywhere else it’s pretty bland. He has a full size bed with a nightstand in the back left corner of the room. There’s also a desk, a book shelf, and what looks to be a decent sized closet. Decor wise it’s pretty barren besides a few shelves, a small painting, and a poster for a band called Pinkshift. It’s kind of sad honestly; the fact that his own room is just as bland and barren as the rest of the house. It feels like he just moved in if I’m being honest.
He lightly elbows my arm and is looking at me. We’re very close, even in the dark I can see his moles. He has one on his right cheek on one of the left side of his neck. He also has a scar across his nose bridge. I wonder how he got it?
I want to kiss him. This thought by far isn’t new, its happened many times before. There was the day we first met and he was so confused how someone who doesn’t know suailian could want to be a librarian (I showed him, learned the language AND got the job.) or the day he was transferred from his uni’s archives to my library’s archives. Or any time we’ve argued or fought. He may be hella stubborn and have a bit of a temper but that’s just what I love about him.
I was so busy thinking about how much I wanted to kiss him I didn’t notice when we both layed down on his bed. And I also didn’t notice when he started to sit up and turn towards me. And then he was on top of me, sitting with his thighs straddling my hips
He was on top of me and then he was kissing me.
I’m in a spare pair of his pajama pants that are far too short for me, and he’s kissing me.
I’m lying on his bed in the dark and he’s kissing me.
Rune Kostas is kissing me.
It’s a hard kiss, almost desperate or demanding, maybe both? And if I said I didn’t love it I would surely be lying. So I kiss back. And just as quickly as it starts he’s pulling away, breathing heavily, using his arms to keep himself upright. He’s beautiful.
This time I lean in and kiss him. I can feel where the skin divots down at the spots he bites at on his lips. He’s pushing hard into my face.
I take one of my hands up into his hair and the other grabs onto his shoulder. With his two upper arms holding him up partly his other two begin to wander. One grabs onto my face and the other makes its way down to my stomach. I wonder what it would feel like to have all four touching my body. It’s probably nice.
His horns clash against my forehead a little. It kinda tickles.
We deepen the kiss. Rune takes the lead and parts his lips a little, trying to get his tongue in my mouth. I let him. He tastes like almonds and honey.
Everything is warm. It’s amazing. His short hair is smooth in my hand and I think I might leave a mark where my claws are gripping onto his shoulder. Now two of his hands are trailing up and down my sides. I wish this would never end, but I know it has to.
Rune’s the first to pull away. He floats above me, two hands on either side of my face and two on my abdomen. His lips are a little redder and they're shiny from our mixed spit. Kinda Gross, But good gross. His eyebrows are close together and his pupils are huge; I can just barely see his olive irises.
“I hate you so much.” He says as he kisses me on the cheek before he rolls off me and onto his back.
“What?” My eyes are heavy, I feel like I could fall asleep right there. Who knew kissing could be so exhausting.
“You confuse me so much…” he grabs my hand and kisses it. “I just…”
There’s a long pause, and before I can hear what he has to say next I’m already asleep.
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