if you bed it, he will come

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & ANYONE
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Everywhere beds lie
When: June

[ Sascha has Learned His Lesson.

One doesn't simply hop into someone's bed while their sleeping and/or naked, because the results in getting kicked in the face. And yelled at a whole lot. No...what one should do is knock first!

...And then hop into their bed while they're asleep.

Lesson. Totally. Learned.

But really let's face it, this guy is an idiot and he most certainly is going to meander around over the course of the month and find those nice, comfy warm beds of yours, Fleeters. SO TRY NOT TO SMACK HIM TOO HARD, he could become even more dumb if you do.

At least he does this with the best intentions right? ]


[ ooc; THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTED SASCHA IN THEIR BEDS. Or anyone who wants him in their bed now. They can be awake, asleep, asleep not exactly in their room--anything! Tag in and he will be there. ]

Comments

[ecclesiophobic]

Be a hypocrite if you did, wouldn't you? [Or not. Vampires kill to eat, and Kurt can easily think of a few objections one would have to being an executioner. He doesn't eat what he kills (and the thought makes him shudder involuntarily) and he's killed other mutants. Sometimes his nightmares involve those mutants he's killed, especially Bobby, but that's neither here nor there.

He needs to stop clinging like a child, and thinking about his dead friends will not facilitate that. Kurt takes a steadying breath, one with hardly a hitch in it, and reluctantly tries to straighten up.] Enough of this, Sascha.

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[ Reluctantly. That's the big thing there mister. Sascha won't try to stop him, obviously, but he'll move one hand up to the top of his head as he lets go, not quite rubbing it but not ruffling it either. It's more just sort of a gentle, firm touch. ]

Sorry.

[ For this, for everything. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[And yet that does stop him, featureless eyes turned toward Sascha with a curious expression on his face. (For someone who's come from a post-Apocalyptic world, his hair's surprisingly smooth. Kurt's a vain man at heart.)

Then the question comes, and the quizzical expression turns to a wry smile. He has the strangest urge to brush a kiss along Sascha's temple, same as he would for Kitty--and represses it easy as breathing.] It's alright. [For this, and everything.]

[pneumo]

Is it okay if I stay...? [ With him, just until daybreak. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[His first impulse is to refuse on the basis that they're both men. It isn't proper, and his first reaction at the thought of someone coming in and finding Sascha is a flare of panic that makes his pulse jump.

But he's been told that doesn't matter here, they wouldn't be doing anything untoward if it did (he's shared a bed with team mates multiple times back home.) Most of all, he doesn't particularly want to be alone right now.] ...I'll be sleeping.

[pneumo]

I'll be quiet. [ As in, he doesn't mind. He just wants to be around Kurt, to reassure both him and Sascha himself as he lets his hands come to settle in his lap, folded together.

He doesn't have the same hang-ups and concerns as Kurt does when it comes to sleeping next to the same gender, but he'll keep to himself if Kurt wants him to. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt's shoulders slump, a precursor to the permission he knows he'll regret giving.] Might as well lay down if you're going to stay. I won't be able to sleep feeling you staring at me.

[And he wants to be held. Remembering how his body felt withering around him, the things he saw as his brain cells died and began to hallucinate vividly, he'll probably dream about all of it.

Kurt runs a hand through his hair before scooting away, turning in one fluid motion to stretch out on his side. His back's to Sascha in a silent display of trust, his tail draping itsself over his own leg because he doesn't trust Sascha enough to avoid pinning it under a knee. No one ever remembers to watch for the tail at first.]

[pneumo]

[ It's true that Sascha isn't used to being conscious of such an appendage, so it's a good move. Still, he is slow and careful as he lowers himself down onto the bed and scooches closer; he remains fully clothed, because that's just how he sleeps even alongside Bigby. He doesn't mind if Kurt has on less. It just means there's more warm skin for him to huddle up to as he curls his arms towards his chest, and presses his forehead and nose between Kurt's shoulder blades. ]

...Is this okay? [ He should check, right? ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt is warm; his fur is short enough that it doesn't hold in a lot of heat, especially given he lacks any undercoat to speak of. The shorts stay on, but because of said fur nothing else goes on.

He stays still while Sascha gets himself situated, the spade of his tail twitching idly. The press of forehead and nose between his shoulders is unexpected, but oddly not unwelcome.]

It's alright. [The answer comes just shy of a whisper as Kurt closes his eyes, cutting off the glow and thus any light in the room.]

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[ Sascha would see all the better for it, but his own eyes are already closed and he's begun to sink into the comfort of Kurt's closeness. He hopes it brings the man some measure of peace as he settles rather than squirms around or try to embrace him, just enjoying things as they are and letting his breathing even out. ]

...'night Kurt.