Kerr opened his eyes, squeezed them closed and then fluttered them open again. He stretched, enjoying the feel of Ben\'s body pressed closely to his and not bothered about waking him. This was the fourth night since he\'d been told he was his fledgling\'s heart and all was still well; the sooner he got to look into those beautiful eyes, the better.
Of course, it helped that they hadn\'t said too much else to one another that could lead to a controversial conversation - and possibly a fight - but Kerr wasn\'t compelled to push. He was still afraid of what he\'d be told and he had focussed instead on keeping things calm and getting to know his fledgling a bit better. It was a surprise, really, how little he\'d known about Ben\'s living habits and how much he\'d assumed.
They slept naked in bed and showered together every night, for instance, yet Ben still insisted on keeping himself covered if at all convenient. There was nothing manic or obsessive about it, of course, it was just a prudish habit he seemed to have. He also had the instinct to tidy everything - the few things Kerr left out on the coffee table often got straightened into a neat pile or dirty clothes were folded to be put in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom. Admittedly, Kerr found this latter habit a bit odd, wondering why anyone would feel the need to neatly arrange clothes that were dirty, but he said nothing.
It was just... the difference of belief meeting reality and he wasn\'t judging it, just learning from it.
Either way, every night had led to a little more understanding, a lot more calmness and a truckload more comfort in each other\'s presence. Kerr didn\'t see Lazarus with Ben every time he closed his eyes now - hadn\'t for two nights, in fact - and he was even beginning to forget what his fledgling looked like with his other sire.
Enough time and togetherness had passed now, that he was just Ben, his love, and someone he was excited by and proud to have with him - especially when they left the apartment at the beginning of every night to feed. Kerr had developed a secret little habit of picking people to feed from that admired Ben\'s looks as they passed by, enjoying scanning their minds for such inconsequential thoughts as he or Ben fed, simply because he was proud to be seen in the blonde\'s presence. Stupid, but true.
Relaxing after his stretch, Kerr returned to his habitual position around Ben, kissing his forehead and his cheek, as usual. He felt more positive than ever tonight, and a little restless, too. Instead of touching his fledgling\'s skin comfortingly, he caressed with the flat of his left hand, fingertips outlining muscles he\'d barely known when Ben was mortal and still felt he was learning now that he was a vampire. He wondered idly, as he touched with earnest curiosity, if it was a full moon tonight. The air certainly seemed different, somehow.
Because Ben didn\'t seem interested in responding to his strokes and prods, Kerr began nudging against the blonde\'s face, kissing his eyelids and nose without response. Somehow, he found his way to Ben\'s lips and began nibbling at the corner, fitting his own lips between the fledgling\'s and brushing his fingertips down his side, willing his love to wake up.
