Breakfast Blues
Tiny flecks of light began to flicker past your closed eyelids. Delicate chirps tittered past your ears-a sign that morning birds were up and about. The fuzzy, clouded dream state of sleep began to clear. Slowly, your mind regained consciousness, and cognizance sparked into your brain.
You became aware of just how relaxed your muscles were, still partly asleep within the soft, cushy mattress. You were aware of how serene and still the air felt around you, a typical sign of a lazy Saturday. And you were very much aware of the warm, heavy weight draped around your torso. At first you thought it was just your blanket, perhaps you snuggled it closer atop you in sleep the night before. That thought shattered when you felt movement.
Your eyes shot open, and morning electric surges came to life. You could see a navy blue shadow covering up half your body, and moving slowly in the soft motions of relaxed breathing.
Recognition was coming back to you, and your body relaxed back into your blue lover. His cozy warmth was too alluring to ignore, and had you returning for your due morning snuggles.
"Hmm." A soft humming sensation caressed you chest with the sound of Kurt's voice following. "Mmmh." His tail tightened in its place you just now realized to be the home around your calves. His muscles tightened, and his legs shifted. He was awake.
"Morning Kurty." You muttered into his chest, carefully clearing your throat while you did so.
A breathy groan was his response, as you felt his head moved from the pillow beside yours, to above your head so that Kurt could kiss the crown of your hair.
"Guten morgen mein lieber schatz." Kurt continued his kisses down to your forehead, going to your cheek, your chin, jaw, and then down to your neck.
A sigh of pleasure escaped you, feeling the delicate brushes across your freshly roused skin. Your head sunk deeper into the pillow, new born energy surging alight.
"Mmm careful liebe." Kurt muttered, taking his lips from your neck. "Jou're buzzing me." He kissed your lips, and sure enough in your line of sight, you could spot the tiny hairs of his fuzzy skin straightening up tall in response to your static.
"Sorry." You muttered lazily, wrapping an arm around his neck just to pull him closer. "You electrify me."
Kurt stared down at you, your pun causing a cheeky grin to rise on his face. "Oh really?" He laughed. "If you say so." He purred mischievously.
"Whah!"
You shot halfway up out of bed when Kurt's tail tickled up your calf and under your knee; successfully surprising and fully waking you up.
Your boyfriend laughed at your reaction, smile widened so far, you could even see his fangs start to poke out from their hidden corners.
"Mean." You pouted. "You're a blue meanie." You poked his cheek playfully.
"Aw. I'm sorry Y/N." Kurt moved back up to you, and leading you back down onto the mattress. Kurt was now sitting up above you, with his arms carefully caging you between them. He widened his sweet sunshine eyes, parted his lips, and leaned in to give you his best puppy dog look. "Forgive me?"
You narrowed your eyes playfully. "You are so lucky you're cute."
"I'm also hungry." Kurt grinning and wide eyed looking down at you. "Breakfast in bed?"
You craned your neck up to kiss his mouth. "Ja." You chuckled. "I'll start the kettle." You poked his cheek again. "You get the food."
Your sweet elf nodded enthusiastically, giving you another peck on the cheek and disappearing in a BAMF of violet smoke.
Now alone, you were all the more entranced by how still wonderfully warm the bed was; alas, you already agreed on helping make a quick breakfast, so you forced yourself up and made your way towards your desk. Under it, in the bottom drawer, a small, electric tea kettle had been carefully stored for the spare cup of tea or coffee late at night or just whenever you didn't want to be around other people.
You pulled the silvery piece out from under your desk along with a couple of water bottles tucked under your arm, a sugar bowl, and the tea tins. The water was poured into the kettle, and you proceeded to pull some electric charges from your hand and into the electric burner.
BAMF
A smirk tucked at your lips. "What's on the menu this morning?" You asked without turning away and began putting tea leaves into a tea pot strainer with your kettle.
Kurt's arms enclosed around your waist. From the corner of your eye you could see him put a large ceramic plate down on the desk. The smell of freshly baked waffles coated in maple sweet syrup enclosed your senses. When you looked down, sure enough, you saw the fluffy pastries drenched in sugary sweet brown goop and topped with cream and fresh blueberries, even with a few berries scattered on the plate edge.
"Waffles for two?" You chirped, turning to face him. "Blueberries with my Blueberry."
"Ja." Kurt sighed. "I walked right into that one." He grabbed the plate back, and before you could try and interfere, Kurt's tail grabbed your waist and you were suddenly teleported back onto the mattress.
"Oof!" You muttered at the sudden feeling of soft cushion underneath you.
Kurt chuckled and laid the food between the two of you in your laps. He gestured to one of two forks he was holding. "Waffle?"
"Kurt." You eyed the desk a few feet away. "The tea?"
BAMF
Your boyfriend was quick to work at your desk. He reached down the bottom drawer for a pair of well used tea cups before pouring boiling hot, freshly steeped tea into them, and absentmindedly grabbing for the sugar bowl.
You sighed. "Kurt-
BAMF
The blue elf returned to you, placing his tea cup on the nightstand and holding up the other for you to take. You rolled your eyes at his cuteness and took the offered tea.
"I could have gotten it myself you know?"
Kurt took his fork and began digging into his waffle. "I believe breakfast in bed means staying in bed mein schatz." And that was all he would argue before beginning his descent into a sugar coma.
Without being able to form an argument against him being the best boyfriend in the world, you succumbed to your fate and joined him in the feasting of your lazy Saturday breakfast. The fresh waffles made your mouth water, crispy edges with fluffy middles to chew on and all covered in sweet, sticky maple; the taste tickled your tongue and your voice let out a moan. Sweet, gooey syrup trailed down your tongue, and you licked it up greedily. In between rips into baked pastry, your fork made work in grabbing up for the dark blue berries scattering across the plate, and quickly stuffing them into your mouth.
"So good." You mumbled. "So, so delicious."
Kurt, his face stuffed with waffle and whip cream, nodded enthusiastically.
With your mouth thick with sugary sweetness, you reached for your tea cup and gulped down some of the warm, herbal liquid.
You picked back your fork to continue cutting into the sugary waffle, stabbing into stray berries on the way. Kurt made some smart comment about how he could eat nothing but waffles forever, and you absentmindedly agreed.
You were halfway done with your side of the breakfast plate when it happened; when everything descended into madness. It was a simple quest-one blueberry remained on the plate, and your cutlery weapon aimed to make it yours when-
*clink*
You eyed the rival fork blocking you, aiming for the same cream coated berry you so coveted and you dared to look up at Kurt.
The elf smirked at you, a wordless declaration of a breakfast battle.
"En garde mein liebe?" Kurt asked.
Now he gave an official, worded declaration.
"En garde." You smiled. "Herr Nightcrawler."
"Hyah!"
Your forks clashed in the air, scratching at the other's metal before retreating back to your sides of the plate.
Then you charged again.
And again.
Back and forth the forks fought, hitting the others' tines with brutish passion for the end goal. Harsh scratches hit against metal spines as you fought and dodged your opponent.
You darted your utensil at Kurts', making his dart back.
"Give up Kurty?" You asked.
Instead of submitting, Kurt darted again towards the desired blueberry, and you made quick work into deflecting again.
"Nein, Dame (n/n)."
You laughed at such a challenge and rasped your fork back at his. Kurt blocked your defenses, with rarely an offense for you to dodge and return to protect the sacred little berry in cream.
Your concentration stayed pinned on his fork and the delicate fruit left on the plate. Apparently you became too focused and that would become your downfall, since you failed to notice what happened next until it was too late.
Before you could take repute it, the nightcrawler's tail had grabbed onto your shoulder, and pushed you in, almost making you fall flat on the plate, if not for getting caught by a kiss on the lips.
The renewed taste of cream and syrup coating your lips and touching your tongue, illuminated your senses and caught you off guard.
"Mmmh." You hummed in his kiss. "Sweet."
"I'll say."
Your boyfriend's shiny fork was waved in front of you, it's prongs glimmering in the early sunlight.
And atop the second prong, was a small, plump, blueberry.
You raised an eye. "Touche mein nightcrawler."
Instead of doing what you suspected he'd do and take his prize in stride, Kurt took the fork and nudged the tip to your lips.
"Say 'ah' Y/N."
It was first a welcomed surprise of chivalry, and then, an idea popped into your head. You smiled, but instead of immediately opening your mouth, you poked the tip of your tongue out from between your lips and gave the blueberry a tiny lick.
Then another.
And another.
Until finally pursing your lips and slowly you used your tongue to slurp the fruit off his fork, blowing a semi-kiss as you did so.
"Tasty." You chirped. "Sweet."
Kurt's face was priceless, worth far more than the glory of any breakfast battle. He sat there blank, subdued, practically entranced, the fork fallen forgotten on the finished plate. His eyes slowly darted between the fork and then up to your blue stained lips.
"Y/N?"
You smiled at how small his voice had become.
"Yes Kurty?" You fluttered your eyelashes innocently.
He gulped.
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"Vould jou like to me to get more blauberres?"