[Corrigan half-smiles, reaching up one hand to start tugging the pins free from Kurt's hair, one by one, letting it tumble loose and silky over their shoulders, breathing in the scent. They use the same shampoo, after all these years. He remembers kissing the back of their shoulder when they crawl back into bed after an early shower for five more minutes of cuddling, remembers their damp hair leaving his pillowcase wet.]
You're supposed to let me make up for lost time, baby. [He cups their chin in his hand, cradles their teary face, leaning in.] You're supposed to let me remind you who you are.
[Corrigan kisses Kurt like coming home, like waking up, like the last five years never happened. Like nothing changed. Like they never left his bed.]
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Date: 2022-11-13 09:57 pm (UTC)You're supposed to let me make up for lost time, baby. [He cups their chin in his hand, cradles their teary face, leaning in.] You're supposed to let me remind you who you are.
[Corrigan kisses Kurt like coming home, like waking up, like the last five years never happened. Like nothing changed. Like they never left his bed.]