Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor CP Coulter's Dalton.
Just Your Skin Against The Window
The rain was coming down relentlessly, drumming steadily of the windowpane, a soothing and rhythmic beat in sync to his heartbeat. Bare skin against the glass. Breath on a pane, revealing the words hastily fingered on it.
I love you. 8/10/12. x
The message faded away as soon as it had appeared.
His head thumped against the window, and for a moment, he could feel the rain on his skin. But just for a moment though.
"Kitten?" A rustle of the sheets behind him, then he felt a kiss on a shoulder.
He leaned into the embrace. "What did you mean by that?" He pointed to the message.
"Exactly what it says."
"Seb… We can't."
"This is Paris, the city of love. What happens in Paris, stays in Paris."
"That's Vegas, you dolt."
Sebastian shrugged. "You get what I mean."
"You know we can't do this. I can't do this?"
"Because you know you're falling in love with me, too."
Julian turned away to stare out the window again, mumbling something incoherent. Sebastian simply wrapped his arms around the actor, pulling him close against his own naked body. Skin on skin.
Maybe he had heard wrongly, or the rain had muffled Julian's response, but he was so sure that Julian had said something like, "I think I am."
Just a short one shot while listening to the rain outside. Their secret relationship intrigues me, and we all know how much Jules loves the rain. And rain in Paris is especially romantic.