Curt woke up. It was dark. That was the first thing he noticed. Although he could already barely see since his face was nuzzled into the crook of Owen’s neck, he didn’t sense any light inside the room. The only logical conclusion was that it was night and he’d woken up far too early. Great.
Curt carefully removed his face from Owen’s neck and opened his eyes, trying to become fully conscious. He knew that whenever he woke up this early there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, so he might as well try to actually wake up. He glanced quickly at his watch, which revealed that it was 3.41 in the morning, confirming his theory of him having woken up far too early. He sighed. He couldn’t get off the bed, because one of Owen’s arms was wrapped tightly around him, so there was nothing to do.
After about five minutes, Curt grew extremely bored.
After about seven minutes, he decided to wake Owen up. So he shook his arm as forcefully as he could without actually hurting him, and Owen woke up easily. At times like these, Curt was very happy that Owen was a light sleeper.
Owen rubbed his eyes while sitting up. “What’s wrong, love?” Curt smiled. His voice sounded incredibly cute when he’d just woken up.
Curt pouted at him. “I can’t sleep.” Owen lay back down, sighing. “Okay, what do you want me to do about it?”
Curt shrugged. “I dunno.” Owen laughed and shook his head. “Then why did you wake me up?” Curt didn’t respond, just lay down next to Owen. Owen immediately snuggled into his chest and he started playing with his hair. “Your presence is kinda relaxing, I guess,” he finally said. He moved Owen’s head so he was in kiss-range, and kissed him softly. Owen pulled away sooner than Curt would’ve liked, but he didn’t really mind, because Owen was embracing him and peppering kisses over his face and neck and shoulders. Curt couldn’t help but giggle a bit, and Owen laughed.
“You’re so adorable,” he murmured in between kisses. Curt didn’t even try to argue with him, he’d learned that that was futile. Instead, he closed his eyes and let it happen. Eventually, Owen gently laid Curt on the bed before lying down himself. Curt instinctively moved closer to him and snuggled into his chest while Owen wrapped his arms around him again.
“I love you,” Curt said softly. Owen didn’t say anything, but he pressed one last kiss to Curt’s head before whispering a goodnight.
When Curt woke up again, he was surprised. He hadn’t expected to actually be able to go back to sleep that last time he woke up, and yet here he was. He rolled over, noticing that Owen wasn’t there. He frowned.
“Good morning,” Owen’s cheerful voice said. “Mornin’,” Curt replied. Owen set down a small stack of pancakes on the nightstand before leaning over and kissing Curt’s forehead. The latter sighed happily. He wished it could always be this way. Just the two of them together, no mission to prepare for, nothing that they needed to do. It felt so domestic, and Curt was grateful for every second of it. He knew that this didn’t happen often, no matter how badly he wanted it.
“Hey, is that my shirt?” Curt asked the next time Owen walked into their shared bedroom. He was fully awake now, and clearly recognized that Owen was wearing one of Curt’s shirts. Curt himself rarely wore it because it was far too big for him, and it was even a bit too big for Owen. Of course Curt thought it made him look adorable.
“Don’t you mean our shirt?” was Owen’s response. Curt rolled his eyes dramatically. “Of course, Carvour, whatever you want.” Owen, who had sat down next to Curt, kissed his nose before flopping onto the bed and closing his eyes.
“‘M tired,” he said. “So early?” Curt teased. “You didn’t spend the entire morning unpacking bags and trying to make pancakes, did you?” Owen retorted. Curt shrugged. “Can’t say I did.”
Owen sighed, shaking his head but smiling. “I often wonder why I love you.”
“I know, you tell me that at least once a month,” Curt chuckled. He lay back down next to Owen and rolled over a bit so his head could rest on Owen’s chest. Owen’s hand began combing through his hair and Curt smiled contently. He reached for Owen’s hand and Owen took it happily, squeezing it tightly.
“Maybe we should get up, do stuff, y’know,” Curt whispered, voice muffled into Owen’s shirt. “What do you suggest we do, love?” Owen asked him. Curt shrugged. “I dunno, stuff.”
Owen let out a short laugh. “We don’t have much ‘stuff’ to do, darling. No mission, no...nothing. We can do whatever we want.” There was a bit of wonder in his voice, like he was only now realizing it. Curt let go of his hand and patted his arm. “That’s right. So, what do you want to do?”
Owen paused for a moment. “I don’t really care, I’d be fine with staying here all day.” He kissed behind Curt’s ear. Curt couldn’t help but laugh. “You bastard, you know I’m-” he couldn’t continue, because Owen kept pressing kisses to spots where he knew Curt was ticklish. Curt squirmed to get out of his grip, but Owen had his arms wrapped tightly around him. “Let me go!” he whined. Owen moved from behind his ear to his cheek, forehead, other cheek, jaw, kissing him all over his face. Curt relaxed. At least he wasn’t tickling him anymore.
Eventually, Owen ended up sitting against that headboard, Curt’s head on his shoulder. Owen absentmindedly stroked Curt’s cheek, leaning down to peck his lips every now and then. “Affectionate today, are we?” Curt asked, his eyes closed. Owen let the question sink in and kissed him once again before answering. “We have a whole month for ourselves, love, I’d be a fool not to use it in the best way possible.”
This time, it was Curt who reached up to kiss him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Still my shirt though. Not yours.” Owen smacked his arm softly. “It’s our shirt and you cannot tell me that it isn’t.” Curt raised his eyebrow. “And why can I not? I bought it with my own money, Carvour.”
“It’s ours now.”
Curt considered this for a moment, and then decided that Owen probably wasn’t going to give in. “I’m giving up. It’s ours.” Owen happily kissed his forehead and Curt was almost happy that he gave up.