Prouvaire/Combeferre, good morning kiss?
OK, this is a bit rough, maybe? But I was more tired than I thought. O_o;;;
If anyone else wants to play… here’s the meme!
“You never came to bed last night.”
Jehan smiled down into his tea. “Neither did you.”
Combeferre laughed as he moved to pour himself a cup of coffee, stopping only long enough to drop a kiss onto Jehan’s lips as he went past. “Touché.”
Silence fell as each gave their chosen caffeine time to do its work. Eventually Combeferre roused himself enough to ask, “So what kept you from sleep?”
“The sunset spoke to me so profoundly last night that I just had to see if sunrise would do the same.” Jehan put his mug down on the table, then reached out a hand. When Combeferre obligingly reached his out in return, Jehan claimed it just long enough to press a soft kiss to the knuckles before lowering it and beginning a gentle massage of muscles that Combeferre had not realized until that moment had grown so tight. Jehan’s smile this time was more of a smirk. “Were I Grantaire, I would surely be making copious innuendos by now about why your hands are so tense after a night spent lying awake and alone in bed.” At Combeferre’s spluttered protest, Jehan shook his head. “But, I know you better. No doubt your hands are so tense because you were yelling at strangers on the Internet.”
Combeferre felt his cheeks warm and dropped Jehan’s gaze after a mere moment with a mumbled, “Political blog forum on global warming.” Another soft kiss landed on Combeferre’s knuckles for that moment of truth. Combeferre cleared his throat and as he looked up, Jehan’s gaze rose to meet his. “I have the late shift at the hospital today.”
Jehan’s grip tightened and his earlier smirk returned. “I don’t have anywhere to be until my storytelling group meeting at the Musain later tonight.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Why don’t we find out?”
Jehan beat Combeferre to their bedroom by a nose… and two minutes later, both were sound asleep.