What I Need (a phd and u. luckily u have all three)
Continued from thiiiiiiisss ask bc what the fuck its a MUSTTTTT. With the eepy thats a sweetie @heatherxmp
Kaz should have expected Heather to come over when he was complaining about his migraine. He should have known his tired professor would risk his sleep or his time to come over and be a fucking peach as he always is. But for some reason every time, Kaz just cannot fathom why Heather would be so sweet. Deep down he should know, especially because he would do the same shit. If Heather needed anything, Kaz would be there in a heartbeat. Less than to be completely honest. Even still, he sometimes can't get over how kind his 'Stranger' was. From the day he met Heather, the man had always been so sweet to him. No matter the shit that flew from Kaz' mouth, Heather even knew how to be sweet when tossing shit right back. He understood Kaz to a level he had never met anyone to do. Heather understood Kaz inside and out. Even the first 'night' they spent together, Heather had made sure Kaz had everything, water, he was clean, he was comfortable, clothed. He had taken care of him all while respecting his boundaries in a space where boundaries are constantly being tested to their limits. (With consent of course) It only carried on the years they continued to meet, Heather had always webbed deep into his bloodstream and connected to it so flawlessly that it overwhelmed Kaz. It baffled him and it sometimes scared him. But sometimes, like right now, when he's in pain and can't think about much else other than the fact that all he wanted was Heather. And these pain pills. So maybe he did know that Heather would come over, and maybe he was comfortable enough tonight to divulge into the warmest rays of sunshine he's ever felt on his skin. Even if the poor thing looks like he could pass out any second and maybe shouldn't have driven here but let's be honest Kaz never said he wasn't a little selfish. Carefully, he takes the pills and thank fuck for the gatorade because his mouth was so dry holy fuck.. but the feeling of his favorite color gatorade hitting his dry ass tongue will never feel as good as the words he hears slip from Heather's prefect lips. The man could smell like anchovies and chocolate and that still would not stop Kaz from wrapping small hands around Heather's cheeks and pulling him in for a tired but slow and loving kiss. Truly every ounce of the words that didn't know how to form on his tongue pushed themselves through their teeth, returning the affection this way first. "Oh he loves me or something.." He can feel the fur of their little fluff ball of a baby on his bare back and it adds to the breathy laugh that leaves him before he's leaving peck after peck on Heather's lips, the fourth one a little slower. Only because of the silence of the room are the words able to be heard, but they tear themselves free from locked lips. "I love you so much."