Ms. Ravenclawesome, thanks for the prompt! :)
Also, hi new people! There are suddenly several of you. Well, I hope you enjoy this little story, aka a piece of my soul. (May or may not also be a part of The Dark Lord's soul and take over your body. Oops)
God I love you guys, you made a really crappy day end really nicely. Mwah!
Mine
"You really are mine."
"Yeah."
Kurt laid his head on Blaine's unclothed stomach, bringing his hand to stroke loving patterns on the tan skin of his thigh. Blaine sighed with content.
"Your hair looks beautiful."
"It has two gallons of come in it."
"It's lovely."
They both giggled together for a moment, the movements of Blaine's belly making Kurt's head jump up and down.
"You have an amazing ass, you know that?"
"So I've been told."
Blaine tangled the fingers of his right hand in Kurt's hair, and Kurt kissed his hipbone, feeling the muscles of his stomach clench under his ear.
"Do you think we ruined the ring with all those… liquids?"
"Nah, it'll be okay. It's white gold."
"I guess."
Blaine's left hand found Kurt's right, and they automatically laced their fingers together.
"I love you, fiancé."
"I love you, too, fiancé."
Kurt slowly rose from his spot on Blaine's lower abdomen, careful not to disentangle their linked hands, and crawled up Blaine's body to kiss him softly on the lips; it was half innocent half filthy, and absolutely perfect. Kurt felt the air knocked out of his lungs, and Blaine gripped the back of his head stronger when they both gasped shuddering breathes.
"Do you think we're ever going to get tired of saying that?"
"Nope. Never."
"Good."
Their lips found each other's again, and they fell into sync effortlessly.