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Jan. 16th, 2017 11:55 amGroceries were bought, not just for the night but for the upcoming week as well. The Kavinskys, now a legal pair, returned to their home in the suburbs of Darrow, music pumping in the bone white Mitsubishi--still with its expired Virginia plates that read THIEF, still with its splashed black knife decals, still with the angry dent and scratch from Ronan Lynch mangling the drivers' side with an orange Camero--and both of them ridiculous and in love.
The house was quieter now. There were their three rambunctious kittens, but Kavinsky had seen most of the others to homes, and the remainder to the shelter. When they walked in, the kittens looked up from a sun-lit spot on the couch, and then all put their heads back down.
Kavinsky smiled at Newt as they put groceries away. Nothing felt shifted or different, but in the best way that that was possible. He loved Newt, in that moment, with his whole, entire being. It was every moment he'd had with Newt for months, even when he was terrified of that feeling, even when he realized he might have feelings for other people too. This was a young man he loved so much that he could tie himself to, in a way that other people could see.
Kavinsky shucked off his coat, leaving him in his shirt and dark jeans. He unbuttoned the top couple buttons of his shirt, leaned over, and kissed Newt deeply. "Probably good we went for a Friday. Nobody'll miss us through the weekend."
The house was quieter now. There were their three rambunctious kittens, but Kavinsky had seen most of the others to homes, and the remainder to the shelter. When they walked in, the kittens looked up from a sun-lit spot on the couch, and then all put their heads back down.
Kavinsky smiled at Newt as they put groceries away. Nothing felt shifted or different, but in the best way that that was possible. He loved Newt, in that moment, with his whole, entire being. It was every moment he'd had with Newt for months, even when he was terrified of that feeling, even when he realized he might have feelings for other people too. This was a young man he loved so much that he could tie himself to, in a way that other people could see.
Kavinsky shucked off his coat, leaving him in his shirt and dark jeans. He unbuttoned the top couple buttons of his shirt, leaned over, and kissed Newt deeply. "Probably good we went for a Friday. Nobody'll miss us through the weekend."
