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[showbizpanache]

I-is this-- [It's hard to talk with Bells' lips all over his skin like that, but he tries.] That serious talk you wanted to have...?

[lacksgrace]

[ It hadn't started out that way, and he's mid-shaking his head in response before there's a sigh. Bells leans to rest his forehead against Kurt's shoulder. ]

I wanna come stay with you. Or you with me. It doesn't have to be forever or anything. [ He leans back to look at him. ] I just need to know you're safe when we're together. No more meeting up and getting lost in the ship.

[showbizpanache]

[A little gasp, and he holds on to Bells more tightly. He's a bit overwhelmed by that request--or maybe his leg is just really, really hurting him. He tries not to put any weight on it, leaning almost full against Bells.

He's quiet for a while, then lets out a nervous laugh.]

It's almost like you're falling for me. [Okay wow he'd meant that as a joke but it's also sort of serious and djgskg what is happening right now and why is his heart beating so fast]

[lacksgrace]

Maybe I am. [ It's unexpected but earnest all the same, one arm supporting him as he uses the other to reach for his hand. Bells glances at his fingers, resting them palm to palm a moment before curling his tight around Kurt's. ] Falling hurts. But this doesn't feel like that. It didn't until--

[ He thinks about all the blood, looking down toward the floor. ] I just think it makes sense, Kurt. Like you and me.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt blushes and smiles, looking genuinely pleased. He squeezes Bells' hand in turn, wondering at the irony that he seems so much more experienced in these matters than the centuries-old fallen angel.]

We don't make sense at all. [He teases.] Not one bit. But that's what I love about us. About you.

[lacksgrace]

I think we do. [ He mumbles it quietly, drawing Kurt's hand up so he can kiss his wrist. It's the only thing he can actually say does right now, but there's a pause when the rest of what he says sinks in. Bells is honestly very confused. His chest feels tight though, like something's going to explode. ] Wait.

What're you saying? [ He's staring intensely at him. ]

[showbizpanache]

I'm saying I--

[He goes red again, looking flustered.]

I mean I think I...

[lacksgrace]

You think you what? [ He doesn't know if he should tease him or be concerned, so he settles for a mix of both. Bells grips his chin, wanting to look at him. ] Tell me.

[showbizpanache]

My leg hurts...

[lacksgrace]

[ He frowns at him. ]

I'll help you sit down after you explain what you meant.

1/2

[showbizpanache]

[He gawks HOW RUDE.] That-- That's borderline sadistic! You can be so rude sometimes, you know that? And downright impossible and frustrating and confusing and--

[showbizpanache]

And I love you anyway, you idiot.

[There, he said it.]

I tried really hard not to, but it's too late for that now.

[lacksgrace]

[ He has half a mind to kiss him to shut up mid-whatever this is supposed to be, but there's that word and he kind of freezes up a little. Love, he knows, is all encompassing. It doesn't matter who or how or why, but it's a tricky thing for him to understand, betrayed too many times by the affection for another. His blind devotion.

Bells wants to think Kurt could never be like that, would never do something to hurt him so deeply. ]

Kurt— I'm, uh. [ It's hesitant, quiet. ] Dammit. Come here.

[ He catches himself before he actually apologies, sliding his hand around to the back of his neck and dragging him into a hard kiss. Speaking the only way he really knows how. ]

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt accepts the kiss--it knocks the breath out of him, like Bells' kisses always do--but isn't about to let Bells get away with not replying. He lets the other man kiss him until he finds a break and parts their lips.

He speaks a little breathlessly, his lips swollen and dark pink from the hard kiss.] W-well?

[lacksgrace]

[ He licks at his bottom lip, eyes dropping to Kurt's mouth as if he's going to find an answer there. Even if he likes to talk, he's not always the best with words, and Bells presses a hand to Kurt's back to keep it steady, stop it from shaking. He's never this worked up, never this nervous; not unless Kurt's involved. The blood rushing in his ears sort of drowns out his thoughts. ]

I don't know-- No, I mean. [ There's a rush of air. ] I don't know how you could. 'Cause I'm really all those things you said, and I'm kinda terrible. But there's, well. You're perfect, okay?

Even if you drive me crazy, I think you're perfect. And I get why we'd rather lose our Grace than be up there without feeling this. I finally understand it. I, uh. [ Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to Kurt's cheek. Voice soft. ] I love you too.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt can almost hear the sound of his heart breaking as Bells says I don't know-- But then he continues talking, and Kurt can hardly believe what he's hearing, that he has it again, the thing he'd been sure he'd lost forever when he lost Blaine, the thing that he's always been desperate for. I am loved. Even after all this time he has trouble believing it.

He can't really speak, so he kisses Bells again instead. This kiss is just as passionate as the first, and he locks his arms tightly around the other man's neck, lifting one leg to swing it around his hip.]

[lacksgrace]

[ Maybe it's the way Kurt kisses him that makes him feel light-headed, imperceptibly happy and relieved. It's strange being vulnerable, exposed and expecting to hear that it's not good enough when it's completely untrue. But he sighs, everything else fading on the tip of his tongue in lieu of kissing him deeper with a soft hum.

Bells leans against the wall, rather invested in touching Kurt. He skims his hands along that thigh at his hip, gripping and dragging him forward so there's absolutely no space between them now. One arm curves around his back, the other pushing to gently grip his hair. When he eases back for a breath, Bells' gaze doesn't leave his face--focused and steady. ]

You have no idea what you do to me.

[showbizpanache]

[He shivers, unfolding in Bells' arms, a flower bud opening up.]

Why don't you show me?

[lacksgrace]

You sure you're ready for that?

[ Even as he asks, the hand at Kurt's back is moving and tugging and pushing so his fingers are sliding over skin instead. Bells traces up the length of his spine, pressing in to kiss at his jaw and down his neck. He grins. ] I thought your leg was hurting.

[showbizpanache]

[He tilts his head back, whining softly.] I-it'll be a good...distraction...

[lacksgrace]

[ A light scrape of teeth, and there's a certain possessiveness about the way he maneuvers them so that Kurt is pushed back, trapped between him and the wall now. Bells slips his hand around toward his front, fingers dragging along his ribs and tracing a path to his navel. ]

Right here.

[showbizpanache]

W-we need...

[He doesn't really need to finish that sentence, right? Because talking is very difficult right now.]

[lacksgrace]

[ He pauses at that half-formed question, breaking the kiss so he can glance over his shoulder. Bed, drawer, things. That's basically all he has in mind, in that order. But he kisses Kurt once more, lingering and staring until he looks back. ]

Don't go anywhere. [ Bells makes sure he can stand on his own before turning to retrieve what he needs, and coming back, he pulls off his shirt and drops it at their feet. ]

[showbizpanache]

[Nodding rapidly, he braces himself against the wall and waits for Bells to return. When he does, there's suddenly bare skin in front of him that he can't resist touching. One hand holds onto Bells' arm while the other snakes around him and runs down the length of his back, feeling the hard muscles.

Wow. He'd never in a million years imagine he'd be with a guy like this. He's like a supermodel or something, and Kurt's mind just shorts out because there's no way this is happening he's Kurt, he's the gay kid people threw slushies at in high school he's the boy who gets rejected and cheated on and this man this gorgeous man loves him...]

Hi. Welcome back.

[lacksgrace]

[ He arches into that touch without complaint, hand tightening around the things he holds so he doesn't drop them. Anything's possible when Kurt does a good job distracting him. A slight shiver when those fingers briefly graze the edge of the only scar he has though, and Bells leans closer to nuzzle just below his ear, mouthing and faintly licking at the lobe. ]

Hey. [ There's a quiet laugh. His free hand tugs at the hem of Kurt's shirt, slipping beneath it to stroke skin. ] You're wearing too much. I think we should do something about that.