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SPOV

Slowly, I wake up to light touches trailing along my side. Groggily, I open my eyes, finding myself held with my back to Blaine's chest as his fingers move gently over my skin. He smiles as my eyes open, kissing me softly. "Good morning sweetheart." His gets that worried crease in his forehead. "Are you alright?"

I raise an eyebrow at him, puzzled. "Why wouldn't I be alright?" I turn over to face him, groaning a little at the slight twinge of soreness as my muscles protest the moment. Now he looks even more concerned, and I cup his cheek gently. "Blaine, I'm fine. I'm amazing. Relax."

He nods, nuzzling into my chest. "Last night was amazing," he murmurs.

I rest my head in the crook of his neck, kissing it softly. "Absolutely amazing." I pull him closer, red marks down his back catching my eye. "What is that?"

He opens his eyes. "What?"

I come up on one elbow to get a better look, running my finger lightly over one of the marks and hearing his small hum as I wonder what on earth could have caused them. When it dawns on me, I gasp. "I did that?"

He chuckles. "Well I certainly didn't."

"Oh my God, Blaine, I'm so sorry!" I murmur, horrified with myself.

He pulls back a bit to look at me, stroking my cheek gently. "Baby, don't be sorry. I'm fine. They don't even hurt, and I absolutely didn't mind last night, nor do I mind this morning. I'm much more concerned about if I hurt you than a few little scratches."

I nod, relieved. "I think I'm okay. A little sore, but I suppose that's to be expected. I wouldn't have changed a single thing about last night." He smiles, kissing my forehead.

"Me either. And as much as I'm enjoying lying here with you, I do think we should probably wash up." I nod, starting to sit up, but a gentle hand on my shoulder stops me. "Wait here," he says, smiling warmly. I nod, and he kisses my cheek quickly before walking to the bathroom as I check out his retreating behind. I hear the water running and some cabinets opening and closing before he returns. Grinning widely, he slips his arms around me, quickly lifting me off of the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me into the bathroom, where the bathtub is filling with water. When the tub is full, he shifts me around for a moment. "Would you mind turning the water off for me?" he asks. "My hands are a little full." I laugh, reaching down to turn the faucet. Grinning, Blaine steps into the water, slowly sinking down to the floor of the tub with me still cradled in his arms. He settles me back against his chest, and I lean my head back against his shoulder as his soapy fingers run gently over my skin. "Does anything hurt?" he asks softly.

I shrug. "I guess the obvious place a little, and some sore muscles. It's not bad though." He nods, continuing to clean me up. When we're both satisfactorily clean, he wraps me up in a towel before carrying me back into the bedroom. "Blaine, you are aware that I am fully capable of walking, right?"

He chuckles. "I know. I just like holding you." He sets me down on the bed, prompting me to lie down on my stomach as he sits beside me, grabbing something from his bag that I'm too involved in my happiness to pay attention to. He carefully unwraps the back of the towel, leaving me exposed to his eyes, not that I care much. It isn't until I feel his warm fingers gently spreading my cheeks that I look over at him.

"What are you doing?"

He smiles, holding up the tube he retrieved before. "It'll help with the discomfort." He looks slightly concerned, as if he's not sure I want him to touch me there anymore. I chuckle softly at his expression.

"Well it's really not that bad, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead." He relaxes a little, and begins gently rubbing the cream into the irritated skin. I can't help but moan softly at his soft caresses, and he chuckles. "Well you can't be feeling too horrible if you're doing that."

I reach back, taking his hand in mine. "I don't feel horrible at all. I don't feel uncomfortable or sad or nervous or lonely. I don't feel any of those things."

He looks at me a little nervously. "So what do you feel?"

I turn back onto my side so that I can really look at him and hold his palm over my heart. "I feel loved. Over the moon. Protected. Safe. Happy. I loved every single second of last night, and I wouldn't change a single thing about it. So please, please stop worrying about me and just enjoy it with me. Please."

He hesitates for a moment, but eventually snuggles up next to me again. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I guess I got a little paranoid about making sure you were okay. I knew it couldn't have been easy for you, given your history, and I couldn't live with myself if I did anything to hurt you."

I stroke his cheek lightly. "Blaine, I know that. Why do you think I agreed to do this with you? I never would have if I didn't know how important my safety is to you. And for the record, you didn't hurt me at all. Not physically, or emotionally, or mentally. I wasn't fighting back flashbacks or putting on a brave face. I was here, in the moment with the man I love, and I was feeling a whole lot of things, but I was not hurt or afraid. Do you understand that, Blaine?"

Finally, he cracks a smile. "Yeah, I understand. Thank you." He kisses me softly, holding me close against him. We stay in silence for a few minutes, mostly because our mouths are otherwise occupied, before he speaks again. "Hey Sebastian? "

"Hmm?"

"You said you were feeling a lot of different things. Like what?"

I chuckle, cuddling closer. "You'd think I was ridiculous if I said what I was really feeling in the terms I want to say it in. It's very…" I pause, unable to find the right word to describe the level of mush that has invaded my brain since last night.

"Gay?" he suggests, laughing.

I swat his arm gently. "Yes, my feelings were very homosexual, in more ways than one."

He laughs harder. "Well I certainly hope so, because if not someone has some explaining to do." After a minute, he manages to compose himself. "But really, you can tell me. I won't laugh, I promise."

I nod, thinking back over the night. "Well, I guess the biggest thing was this crazy kind of joy at being joined with you in that way. In being yours," I admit, trying to will down the color of my face. "That's the only way I can describe it. I was so, so happy to finally be with you in that way, and the way you went about it…I felt so loved, and safe, even though the last time was so horrible, because I can feel how much you love me, Blaine. I felt it in every touch last night. You were so gentle and patient with me, and you never forgot me. You took care of me from the beginning to the end, and…" I pause, feeling myself go red. "I'm sorry for going on like this, it just…it meant a lot to me."

Blaine shushes me softly, gently pressing his lips to mine. "Don't be sorry," he murmurs. "I love you so much, and I'm so happy that you felt that way with me. I will never stop taking care of you, sweetheart. I will take care of you, and protect you, and love you forever." I can't help the wave of emotions that rises in my chest, and Blaine pulls me closer as tears begin to fall down my cheeks. "Sebastian, baby, what's wrong?" he asks, gently wiping my face with the pads of his thumbs.

I can't help but laugh. "Nothing. For once everything is right. I guess it's just all catching up with me a little. I'm fine." He smiles understandingly, leaning in to kiss me softly. When he pulls away, I smile. "And now I'm even better. Thanks."

He rests his head against my shoulder. "You keep thanking me like it was some sacrifice I made for you or something. I enjoyed it just as much as you did. I mean, I was having a heart attack at the same time, but I still loved it."

I laugh, running my fingers through his still-damp hair. "You really need to calm down. You're going to go grey before you're twenty five at this rate."

He laughs, nipping my ear playfully. "That's probably good advice. I'll try." We lay together quietly for a few minutes. "So," he says after a while, "What would you like to do today?"

I grin. "Well I have an idea, but you probably won't allow it again for a little while."

"Maybe later tonight. Maybe," he replies, shaking his head.

I giggle. "Fair enough. We are in New York. What would you like to do?"

He shrugs. "As long as I get to do it with you, I'm happy. I love you Sebastian."

I smile, pulling him against me. "I love you too."

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