Disclaimer – It's all Bamco's baby. I just ship the slash.
Inspiration – Pajamas
A/N - The story snippets aren't really meant to fit into any coherent time-line. Just lots of cuteness.
Early Morning
Yuri woke up to the sound of Karol opening the door to the room. Flynn made a grumbling noise and buried himself further into the pillows.
"You guys ready for breakfast and then to head out?" Karol asked.
Yuri sat up, planning to answer affirmatively, when Flynn sat up beside him, wrapped his arms around Yuri's shoulders, and then flopped back down, pulling the raven-haired man back into the sheets with him.
"Go away, we're sleeping," Flynn declared, snuggling back in and nuzzling against Yuri's neck.
"Apparently I'm a pillow," Yuri told Karol with a laugh. "Go on, let the others know we'll be a while, okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sure." Karol sounded a little confused as he left the room.
"Go back to sleep," Flynn mumbled.
The little puffs of Flynn's breath against Yuri's neck sent pleasant tingles down his body, but for now Yuri just slipped his arms around Flynn's waist and press a gentle kiss against the blond's temple. "Love you," he murmured, letting his eyes slip shut again.
It wouldn't hurt to sleep in a little while longer.
Sleep 'Till Noon
Yuri woke up to sun peeking through the windows and a hand down the front of his stretchy pajama bottoms.
"Flynn..." Yuri moaned and pressed up against that hand, seeking more pleasure.
"Morning, Yuri," Flynn said, then pulled the raven-haired man into a deep kiss, divesting Yuri of his sleep pants entirely somewhere along the way.
"Aren't we… aren't we supposed to be meeting..." Yuri trailed off, finding it difficult to think coherently, never mind form sentences, when Flynn's mouth trailed southward, making non-verbal promises concerning his destination.
"If we wind up a little late, we'll just tell them our alarm didn't go off and we accidentally slept until noon," Flynn said, looking up at Yuri with a combination of wicked mischief and guileless innocence that should have been ridiculous but was somehow erotic instead.
"Sounds good to me," Yuri agreed. Anything to get Flynn to finish what he'd started.
Late Evening
Yuri had just enough energy when he got to Flynn's rooms to change into his soft pajamas and then stumble into bed.
He woke, sort of, when Flynn arrived an hour or so later and tucked him in. He dozed as Flynn went through his nightly routine and then slipped into bed beside his lover.
Shifting just enough to be snuggled against Flynn's side, Yuri sighed softly and, buoyed by Flynn's warm presence, slid back into a deep sleep.
Midnight
Yuri had a brilliant idea for their anniversary night.
He, unfortunately, hadn't managed to arrive in Zaphias until around late afternoon and Flynn had meetings until late. So Yuri pulled together an indoor picnic, set up a little table in Flynn's room with a blanket tablecloth, some candles in the middle, and had everything ready so that when Flynn finally got home they could have a nice evening in.
After setting out the wine glasses, Yuri set up one last thing. He laid out some comfy pajamas for Flynn to wear and then changed into his own.
Flynn walked in and then grinned, laughing a little when Yuri explained his indoor pajama picnic.
Later, after the meal was long done and the wine was mostly finished, Flynn set down his glass and pulled Yuri into a kiss, gently taking Yuri's wine glass to set it aside too.
"Sadly, our anniversary is over," Flynn murmured when he pulled away, gesturing to the clock over the fireplace. "But I don't think that means we have to stop celebrating," he added, tugging Yuri towards the bedroom with a seductive smile.
"Oh definitely not," Yuri agreed smugly, letting Flynn lead him along. Operation pajama party… successful.