Rated T
WC: 708
Nice/Art Drabbles: Something Only I Know
Cobalt blue eyes wearily blinked to life, trying to dispel the sandman's spell. His toes curled, while his back arched to stretch the taut muscles only to earn a weak groan of protest from his fellow bedmate. The small noise had served as a pleasant reminder to where he was, causing a sleepy smile to curl the corners of his lips at the thought of it.
"Morning." Nice smiled down at the other only for Art to roll over toward his side of the bed with his back facing Nice. The superintendent was half asleep though still had half a mind to know he should get in as many more precious seconds of rest that Nice would allow.
Nice's upturned lips were suddenly weighed down not just by Art's retreat, but also the fact that his lover had stolen the blankets. To regain warmth, Nice scooted closer to the Superintendent until he could catch the corner of the blankets. He raised them up to wrap around himself when his hand froze. A mirthful glint flickered in his blue eyes at the sight of what only he knew of.
He became impervious of the cold morning air, too distracted by the curve of Art's hip as he went to poke one of the spots he loved.
"One…" Nice counted softly. He scoot closer as his pointer finger traced it's way up from Art's hip and across to Art's torso to mark the next one.
"Two…"
Pale brows furrowed slightly, hand coming to absentmindedly shoo away Nice's prying finger. He tried to wrap the blanket around himself further, starting to feel the cold assaulting his bare back due to Nice holding the blankets up. Sensing the other's discomfort, Nice scooted closer and wrapped the blanket around both of them, though he didn't stop his counting.
Instead he found the next one, and since Art didn't seem to like his cold fingers he leaned down until his lips caressed the small dark spot on Art's left shoulder blade.
"Three…" He mumbled against the skin, causing Art to shift even more before he let out a relenting sigh.
"What are you doing?" He asked while a hand came up to rub the sand from his eyes.
"Counting." Nice stated matter-of-factly, coming to kiss the next spot on the tip of Art's shoulder, "Four…"
Pale brows furrowed questioningly before he craned his neck to look up at Nice and ask, "Counting what?"
"Something only I know." Nice answered before a fond smile crept its way to Nice's lips at the sight of the very last one. The little beauty mark that dotted below Art's eye was the first one he saw, the first one he loved, and the one he loved that, Nice closed the small distance to press a chaste kiss upon the last one.
"Five."
Five beauty marks in all. Mostly everyone knew of Art's one, but not the other four. Art only bestowed that privilege upon Nice, which had said man grinning like a fool.
"Five?" Nice's train of thought was momentarily derailed by the still bewildered superintendent.
"Yes, five." Nice confirmed, "The number of beauty marks you have, five."
Violet eye widened in momentary shock while a dash of color began to creep up his neck, "Wh-Why would you count something like that?"
"Because," a finger came to tap the one on Art's shoulder dotingly, "I love them, all five of them." Cobalt blue eyes came to fall upon the mark his finger was tracing, truly loving each spot that painted Art's body.
"And because of the many things that people know of you," Blue eyes rose to find their pair, "I hope this will be one of the things only I know of you."
"I…I need to get to work." Art abruptly moved to get up, features now thoroughly shaded an interesting hue.
"Hold on." Nice wasn't letting Art run away so soon as his fingers grasped the other's wrist and pulled him back down into his hold. "I need to make sure there's only five."
"Nice…" there was a hint of warning in Art's tone though the other either did not notice or chose not to notice.
"Oh look, I think I found another one!"
"Nice!"
The End
A/N: So whenever a character has a beauty mark I usually like to imagine that they have more than one. With that being said, I hope you enjoyed this one.