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fairyficSummary: Crow gives Luke a kiss, and Luke is surprised by how cold Crow’s lips are.
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“Heya, Bluebird.”
Luke was greeted with a familiar sentence and voice, as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind as he tried to chop some vegetables for his dinner. He smiled a bit to himself, feeling the familiar weight on his shoulders indicating that Crow had rested his chin there. “What is it?” he asked, not stopping his work with the food.
Crow didn’t respond, but shifted his head so his face was buried in the crook where Luke’s shoulder and neck met. He sighed, and made a gentle humming noise doing so. After a few long moments, it became clear Crow wasn’t planning on answering.
“I won’t know what you want unless you tell me~...” Luke teased.
After a long time of staying as he was, Crow brought himself closer to Luke’s neck, and pressed his lips lightly to a favorite spot of his, right underneath Luke’s jawline. Luke shivered so hard he nearly cut his finger on the knife, feeling a cold chill spark in his neck where Crow’s lips had touched.
“My goodness, your lips are freezing!!!” Luke exclaimed, finally setting his knife aside and turning around to face Crow. That was immediately met with Crow going back to hugging him and hiding his face in Luke’s neck.
“Been eating ice,” he mumbled as a quick explanation. His voice sounded tired.
Feeling his eyebrows furrow with concern naturally, Luke returned Crow’s hug gently. “You eat ice when you’re feeling down, right?”
Crow hummed, and began to draw light circles and shapes into Luke’s back with his finger, as if to distract himself. His movements were slow and lazy.
“Would you like it if we cuddled?”
No response, verbal or physical. But, the way Crow has his face buried in Luke’s neck, Luke could feel his face heat up just slightly.
“I could lay on your chest and belly, the way you like.” Luke smiled with that offer. Whenever Crow was anxious, he liked physical pressure to be put onto him, and Luke seemed to work as a makeshift weighted blanket.
As expected, that earned a response. Crow’s arms tightened around Luke’s body, but immediately relaxed, as a sort of loving squeeze. “Mm.”
Luke sighed with a small grin, and tilted his head just slightly so he could return Crow’s earlier display of affection, by pressing a kiss to his neck. He felt Crow shiver a bit; from shock, rather than coldness like Luke had.
“I’m gonna be the one giving the smooches,” Luke stated, after he had kissed him. “Your lips are so cold, they gave me frostbite. But...” He moved back a bit, and saw Crow’s exhausted expression for the first time. He brought his hands to gently cup his husband’s face, before pressing another kiss to his mouth; his warm lips meeting Crow’s cold ones.
It was brief, but when Luke pulled away, he could tell Crow was slightly more relaxed than before, which made him feel so nice he almost forgot to finish what he was saying.
“But,” he repeated, with a loving smile, “I’ll warm them up, as many times as you need.”
When I think ‘!’, I think of being shocked by something cold, for some reason. So I went with it!
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
“Heya, Bluebird.”
Luke was greeted with a familiar sentence and voice, as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind as he tried to chop some vegetables for his dinner. He smiled a bit to himself, feeling the familiar weight on his shoulders indicating that Crow had rested his chin there. “What is it?” he asked, not stopping his work with the food.
Crow didn’t respond, but shifted his head so his face was buried in the crook where Luke’s shoulder and neck met. He sighed, and made a gentle humming noise doing so. After a few long moments, it became clear Crow wasn’t planning on answering.
“I won’t know what you want unless you tell me~...” Luke teased.
After a long time of staying as he was, Crow brought himself closer to Luke’s neck, and pressed his lips lightly to a favorite spot of his, right underneath Luke’s jawline. Luke shivered so hard he nearly cut his finger on the knife, feeling a cold chill spark in his neck where Crow’s lips had touched.
“My goodness, your lips are freezing!!!” Luke exclaimed, finally setting his knife aside and turning around to face Crow. That was immediately met with Crow going back to hugging him and hiding his face in Luke’s neck.
“Been eating ice,” he mumbled as a quick explanation. His voice sounded tired.
Feeling his eyebrows furrow with concern naturally, Luke returned Crow’s hug gently. “You eat ice when you’re feeling down, right?”
Crow hummed, and began to draw light circles and shapes into Luke’s back with his finger, as if to distract himself. His movements were slow and lazy.
“Would you like it if we cuddled?”
No response, verbal or physical. But, the way Crow has his face buried in Luke’s neck, Luke could feel his face heat up just slightly.
“I could lay on your chest and belly, the way you like.” Luke smiled with that offer. Whenever Crow was anxious, he liked physical pressure to be put onto him, and Luke seemed to work as a makeshift weighted blanket.
As expected, that earned a response. Crow’s arms tightened around Luke’s body, but immediately relaxed, as a sort of loving squeeze. “Mm.”
Luke sighed with a small grin, and tilted his head just slightly so he could return Crow’s earlier display of affection, by pressing a kiss to his neck. He felt Crow shiver a bit; from shock, rather than coldness like Luke had.
“I’m gonna be the one giving the smooches,” Luke stated, after he had kissed him. “Your lips are so cold, they gave me frostbite. But...” He moved back a bit, and saw Crow’s exhausted expression for the first time. He brought his hands to gently cup his husband’s face, before pressing another kiss to his mouth; his warm lips meeting Crow’s cold ones.
It was brief, but when Luke pulled away, he could tell Crow was slightly more relaxed than before, which made him feel so nice he almost forgot to finish what he was saying.
“But,” he repeated, with a loving smile, “I’ll warm them up, as many times as you need.”
When I think ‘!’, I think of being shocked by something cold, for some reason. So I went with it!
