Waking Up With You (Grey Weston)

[Kaspar]

‹Grey Weston› The onset of evening was heralded by the thin, hoarse rasp of katydids roosting in the trees. The softer chorus of crickets followed suit. As if cued by the summer sounds, the hush that had fallen over the house was interrupted by the light, purposeful tread of footsteps. The muted click of Stoker's tags accompanied his brisk trot up the stairs, silencing briefly as he neared the bedroom. The door had been left ajar; less in invitation and more out of oversight. None of them had bothered to shut it when they'd stumbled in hours before. Stoker's muzzle forced it wider seconds later with an impatient gesture. He was near-silent as he neared the bed, gaze fixing on the three of them tangled in the sheets. A low, imperious exhale escaped him a second later. Not quite a bark, but a muffled demand for attention all the same.

‹Kaspar› He'd been dreaming, it felt strange to dream sometimes as if he didn't have the right to access them any longer. It was an odd thought, but he couldn't help it, like his reality was stranger than any dream he could muster. He was in bed in the house Grey had found for them, had insisted was going to be their home and he lay among a heavenly spread of sheets, tangled in the limbs of Grey and Sigrid, both warm at his sides. Will stirred for a feeding, his mother having taken a nap and Stoker was drawn by the fussing child and a desire for attention to wake them. There was some part of him that felt it was too real, that should he open his eyes he'd not be shaken from sleep and so he did. Slowly his blue orbs peered up at the ceiling, head tilting to eye the faces beside him, quiet in sleep. Stoker was indeed at the foot of the bed and Kaspar blinked at him blearily. "Am I awake?" He murmured, as if the dog might answer him. Bear wasn't far behind, he heard the loud thud of soft paws as he barreled up the stairs and through the door, almost running into Stoker's hind legs. Kaspar laughed, sitting up and taking a moment to stretch, to get his bearings. He was awake, it must be close to dawn he figured, almost time for him to disappear.

‹Grey Weston› The hushed question caused Stoker's head to ****, his gaze intent. His focus diverted a second later, ears swiveling to track Bear's progress. The shepherd took a mincing stride forward as the puppy barreled into the room, nearly colliding with the larger of the pair. His tail took up a slow, lazy rhythm seconds later. It was Kaspar's laughter that caused Grey to stir. "Mmmph." The sound that escaped him was barely coherent; rough with sleep. His response, at first, was to press closer to Kaspar, one arm tightening around him, his face blindly pressing into the man's chest, even as his free hand drew the covers up and over his head. "Yes." The answer - muffled - struggled from beneath the sheets a heartbeat later. ""Why, though?"

‹Kaspar› Sigrid stirred in turn, looking around with vague bewilderment. What time was it? She blinked up at her husband in confusion, glancing across at Grey and then each of the dogs and the cot where Will had pulled himself up to a sitting position and was babbling at the dogs. Stoker pressed his nose through the bars, licking fondly across the child's hand and Bear hovered excitedly, torn between following Stoker's example and pouncing over to try and scramble up onto the bed with the rest of them. Kaspar smiled down at Grey, leaning to brush a kiss to his forehead. "I'm not sure... It should be almost dawn, it's still dark. Sorry for waking you." He moved towards the edge of the bed, fondly patting each dog in turn before going to the cot, extracting Will from it. "Hungry?" He queried, hand patting the boys backside to ensure it wasn't a change needed. Sleepily Will curled into his father's chest, Kas carrying him back towards the bed to be met by a staring Sigrid. She'd lifted her phone to check the time and held it aloft, holding it out for Grey to read the time as her eyes stayed firmly locked on Kaspar. "It isn't morning..." She spoke quietly, awed. "The sun must have only recently gone down, we've all been asleep for hours..."

‹Grey Weston›His first instinct - as the mattress dipped beneath Kaspar's weight - was to curl into the space he'd vacated. It was the absence of warmth that served to rouse him - the shock of it forcing his eyes open. A noise of protest -unfinished and low - slipped from him. He settled into the space Kaspar'd left behind all the same, the sheets still holding the shape of him. His face settled against the sheets a moment later, despite their lack of warmth. "S'okay," he managed at last, the words slightly strangled. "Heading out?" Bear chose that precise moment to make up his mind, suddenly springing upwards and clawing frantically at the bedsheets. They pulled sharply to one side, forcing Grey to force himself upright, one hand tucking underneath the puppy's stomach as he swept him up onto the bed. Delighted with the development, Bear proceeded to bound over the covers, tail wagging, his tiny head clumsily colliding with Sigrid's elbow a moment later. Grey, for his part, shifted - the heel of one hand scrubbing at his eye. He hadn't moved. It was as if occupying the space Kaspar had left behind would somehow anchor him there; force him to become more than a cooling outline. Sigrid's softly spoken words, however, cut through the fog of sleep. He
stared at her for a second, gaze shifting between her face and the brightly lit screen. "But --" he began, gaze drifting to Kaspar.

‹Kaspar› There was a stillness, only the excited wiggling of a puppy, the sleepy warmth of his son in his arms and four sets of watchful eyes, Stoker's included. The three adults were trying to process, it seemed, to work through the implications of what it meant that here he stood, long after dawn in his house. In his... "Home." He spoke the simple word, the reality of the situation dawning on him, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I am home... And I got to stay. I did not leave you." He took a shuddering breath, holding it in his lungs as he tried to calm the hopeful enthusiasm that was threatening to send him bounding about the room. Delicately he put Will down in his mother's lap, the man crawling onto the bed himself, nudging Grey over some so he could sit between once more. "Do you think it's gone? Do you think I can stay every night?" He spoke with a slow burning fever, if he didn't speak on it he felt he might burst. Sigrid looked wary, she too had a spark of excitement, of hope in her eyes as she busied herself with feeding the boy that clung to her eagerly. "I have no idea, Kaspar, I really... Oh, god, I really hope so."

[Grey Weston]

‹Grey Weston› The shift in the atmosphere sharpened Stoker's focus. The excitement he could sense radiating from the gathered adults had him shifting his weight, his gaze settling on each of them in turn. Unlike Bear, however, he maintained the boundaries set in place, four feet firmly planted on the carpet, even as he drifted closer to the bed, eager to be part of their wary enthusiasm. A grunt escaped Grey as the gamboling Bear abruptly flung himself across their legs. Swallowing back a laugh, he allowed himself to be nudged along the mattress. "I guess we'll see," he started, even as he reached up to lightly cup Kaspar's cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "Fingers crossed."

‹Kaspar› Kaspar's lips found Grey's easily enough, grunting his disapproval as he broke it to speak, kissing him with a more decisive press of lips to silence him. "Fingers, toes and things that should never cross will be crossed. You know what this means?" He grinned now, peering his shoulder at Sig, whose brow had raised at him, her own smile broadening. "World tours, and taking Will back to Germany?" She suggested, having discussed this with him multiple times. "Yes!" Kaspar beamed, "And not having to worry about trudging back every evening, being able to go to sleep and knowing where I will wake up." He flopped back against the bed, fingertips sinking into the soft fur of the growing puppy that wiggled his way closer and closer until he was able to curl up with his head upon Kaspar's stomach. "This was not how I expected my night to start." Sig laughed, leaning over to kiss his forehead. "Enjoy it. I need to go get myself some actual dinner, I can't believe it didn't even register that..." She shook her head. Of the three of them she'd gotten up a few times, pottered around the house doing some chores and playing with Will but it had been a long week, she had been so tired and the house was kept so dark during the day that it almost looked like night. The woman left the two men to laze in bed, to speak more on it together.

‹Grey Weston› A fond noise - halfway between a snort and a pleased murmur - greeted the sudden shift in the kiss. His hand fell from his face, fingertips tracing the definition of his cheekbone before they slid into his hair. The fingers of his opposite hand rose to join them shortly after, tugging gently as he responded with a soft, teasing nip, his teeth closing on the swell of Kaspar's lower lip. He drew back after a moment, nose wrinkling playfully. "It means," he corrected them gently, "you'll have to get used to morning breath. Sexy." He shot Sigrid a look then, lips curling into a grin. "There should be some leftovers in the fridge. Just don't let Stoker see." His gaze settled on Kasparas she drifted from the room. "Big plans, hmm?"

‹Kaspar› Sigrid's soft laughter floated behind her as she walked away, shaking her head at Grey's assessment. Kaspar shrugged, uncaring, gesturing to himself. "Vampire, beautiful man, not really a concern for me. Besides, you mostly just smell like food." He teased, if Bear wasn't curled between them he probably would have pounced upon Grey and made his point with teeth slipping to some fairly inappropriate places. "Plans? Oh... Yes." He blinked at first, before acknowledging that he had indeed been making plans, plans he'd tried to keep secretive and not speak on too often in case they never came to fruition. "I want to take you with me, we can go on a trip. If Klaus doesn't get here first, we can go visit the family in Germany. Maybe bring him back with us if he is so determined." He grumbled, but there was no real annoyance in his tone. The blonde rocker shifted the suspiciously quiet puppy, receiving an irritated huff for his efforts, lowering him down to the ground beside Stoker. "You two amuse yourselves for just a little while, ok? Your daddies have business to discuss..." His brows raised, eyeing Grey with something rather predatory in his gaze. "Don't we, Grey?"

‹Grey Weston› "Like f--" he echoed, his tone flat, edged with a playful skepticism. "If we're keeping score, statistically speaking, the number of times you've ended up in my -- mm." He settled behind him a handful of seconds later, his legs shifting to frame Kaspar's hips. His lips came to rest against the nape of his neck, showering it in a series of soft kisses. "We can do that," he agreed. "We can discuss staging a kidnapping later if we must." His hooked over Kaspar's shoulder just in time for his raised brows to register. He echoed the gesture with one of his own. "Something tells me you'll be tied up for the evening," he replied, settling back fully before reaching up to drag him after.

‹Kaspar›Kas's laughter was soft and husky, his smile warm as he shifted to face his partner, letting himself be tugged down against him. A hand sought sheets, tugging them back up over them as his lips trailed lovingly along his jaw. "Mmhmm, I think I can take a few hours off, I have nothing booked in at the Studio." He agreed, the last words he intended to speak other than whispering Grey's name in the darkness for a while.