Nesting Troubles Pt3
He’s always so moody right before a heat, the jerk. This has more to do with the nest though. He’s all jitters right now, the poor fella. Wish I’d been there years ago when someone was supposed to be teaching him this stuff. Or been there when he first started dating. It’s obvious his previous partners never treated him right if he’s this nervous about trying to do something comforting for himself. If I’d been there –
The smell of strawberry soda filled the air like a tidal wave. I couldn’t help breathing it in deeply, setting aside the book I’d been staring at to see Clint ducked in my doorway.
Looks like we’re out of the moody phase.
“Hey. You find some good stuff?” I asked, pushing up on my elbows to get a look at the mountain in his arms.
He made a little noise in agreement.
“You want some help or –” He pushed the door enough that it swung the rest of the way open thumping against the wall. “Oh. Okay then.”
He shuffled toward my bed, bits and pieces dropping from the pile he was carrying. Didn’t seem to bother him if the dopey little smile was anything to go by.
“Aww. Come to show me your goodies?”
His scent got downright syrupy sweet. He leaned forward, looking for a kiss, and the mini mountain dumped across my lap. Laughter burst from my throat.
“Think you dropped –”
I tilted my head for a better angle to the sudden, needy kiss. Soaked in the sweet little happy sounds. Nuzzled into his hair when he broke for air.
“I’d say you’re definitely in heat now, darling. Have you picked a place to set up your nest yet?” I softly asked.
His smile was all soft edges.
I should probably get up and help carry some of this. Soon he’ll just be clinging to my side. Gotta get him settled before then.
“Don’t worry, Clint. I’ve got the pieces that fell,” I reassured when he whined at me.
Let’s see... Fuzzy sweater. Dog socks... Hey, this is my favorite hoodie! Aww. That certainly makes a fella feel special.
“Hey, Clint.” I turned, holding up the hoodie, ready to tease. “Wanted some coffee in –”
My brain short-circuited. How could it not when – when he was –
“Clint?” Why is my throat scratchy all of sudden? “Whatcha doing?”
And why do you gotta look so adorable while you do it?
He pulled my pillow a little closer to a throw blanket covered in cartoon golden retrievers up at the head of the bed. His comforter was folded back, ready to snuggle under. A few of his softer tshirts were scattered over it. His favorite fluffy towel was scrunched to one side within easy reach of his pillows. A hoodie that was faded with love was carefully set to one corner by the footboard.
He flopped back, snuggling into his collection with a sunny grin. Then he tilted his head and caught my eye.
Damn.
I clutched my chest.
Did my heart just skip a beat? I didn’t know that was possible.
The stretch of his arms snapped me back to attention. Curling fingers beckoned me closer as he nuzzled his cheek into my pillow like a cat. I kneeled beside the bed, starstruck as he snatched clothing from my hands to hurriedly arrange around the bed. The feeling only amplified when he hauled me up onto the bed, tucking us in with his comforter.
“You uh...” I paused as he cuddled close. “My bed huh?”
“Mhm,” he hummed.
I set a hand around his shoulders. Breathed in our mingling scents.
“I could leave when you get tired,” I suggested quietly.
His arms tightened around me. “Nuh-uh!”
He relaxed after a moment as I chuckled. Leaned into my hand as I stroked his hair.
“I never expected this. You... You’re sure?”
He half nodded, half nuzzled into my throat. Kissed the underside of my jaw.
“God, I love when you get like this. All strawberry soda sweetness and snuggles.”
As if to reinforce the thought, he sprawled over top of me with a sappy little grin, pulling my hoodie over so it could cushion my head.
“Stay?”
I pushed up to get another kiss. “Course. All yours.”