Blaine woke gradually Tuesday morning, tossing and turning restlessly. He had been having the most amazing dream where Kurt was giving him the most fabulous blow job, while humming happily around his mouthful. He heard a wet little pop and he felt, indescribably, like he had been left in the lurch with a craving for Kurt's mouth. A voice whispered near his ear.

"Hey, baby. Wake up. I've already prepped myself and by the looks of you, you're ready to go too, but I draw the line at actually fucking myself on my husband while he's still unconscious."

His eyes flew open suddenly to find Kurt straddling him and lining himself up with Blaine's erection.

"Oh my gosh, please tell me that you'll wake me up like this at least once a week for the rest of our lives?"

Kurt grinned and sank down slowly, breathing out as he did so. He lowered himself down and kissed his husband on the lips while giving himself a moment to adapt to the fullness. When he spoke his voice was husky, both from the early morning and from the blow job he had been giving.

"I think I can arrange that, baby." He braced himself on Blaine's chest and slowly started to move up and down.

So far on their honeymoon, the sex had been fast and frantic as they raced almost desperately toward their climaxes. This morning they were more in a mood to just connect and enjoy each other. They took their time, spending a good thirty minutes just delighting in the close contact and moving together languidly. When they finally started to feel their pleasure building, they picked up the pace. Kurt rising and falling on his knees more rapidly and Blaine thrusting up to meet him. The doctor reached down and stroked himself until they came together, calling out for each other softly and brokenly.

As Kurt sighed in contentment, he pulled himself off and slipped from the bed to fill their tub. He side-stepped the mess from last night and tried to ignore it. They had sopped up most of it with spare towels and pushed if off to the side. They had every intention of tipping the maid well today.

As the water filled he sank down and leaned back up against the edge. He looked up with a smile as Blaine joined him, settling himself between the doctor's legs and leaning back on his chest. They soaked for a long while, gently scrubbing each other and sliding wet fingers over each others' bodies in silence.

"Can we talk about something?" Kurt whispered. Blaine felt his heart rate pick up when he heard the seriousness in his voice. He sat up and turned so that they were facing each other. The nurse reached out and took his husband's hand.

"Always. What's on you mind, baby?" Kurt looked a little apprehensive and didn't quite meet Blaine's eyes. Blaine's heart sank a little as he tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong.

"I was thinking that maybe we should talk about... our sex life. I mean, the specifics of what we like and don't like." Blaine's eyes widened.

"Have I done something that you don't like?" he asked softly, almost not wanting to hear the answer.

"No! Of course not! You're always amazing, babe!" Kurt rushed to reassure him and leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. Blaine sighed in relief.

"Okay, good. Well, is there something that you're not getting, that you want or need?" Blaine asked of him again, feeling a little more relaxed about the conversation.

"No. You take care of me in every possible way."

Blaine looked at him oddly.

"Okaaay... well, if everything is good, then what is there to talk about?" He laughed a little in his confusion.

"I guess I'm afraid that I'm not giving you what you need." Kurt looked down into the water and rubbed his thumb against the back of Blaine's hand.

"Why in the world would you think that? Kurt, I am happy beyond belief... in every single aspect of our marriage! I couldn't have asked for a more amazing husband." Kurt looked up then and smiled, allowing Blaine to pull him in for a deep kiss that took his breath away for a moment.

"What brought this on, Kurt?" The nurse asked, reaching a hand up to stroke the doctor's cheek. Kurt hesitated before speaking.

"Okay, I'm just gonna lay it all out there." Blaine nodded slowly, holding in his amusement. Sometimes the way Kurt worked a potentially awkward conversation could be both irritating and adorable at the same time. "Yesterday you bottomed twice in a row."

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, encouraging him to go on, still trying to figure out what Kurt's issue was. They were both pretty versatile and yesterday wasn't that out of character for them.

"It was amazing. Trust me. I'm not complaining, but I just wondered... do you wish that our sex life was like that more often? Are you getting what you need from me?"

"Kurt, I wouldn't change a thing." Blaine looked at him, still wondering exactly what was going on his head but starting to understand his concern. "I always love what we do. Yesterday, I just felt like doing those things so I initiated them. Simple as that." Kurt nodded quietly, accepting this answer, but making it obvious that he hadn't stated everything bothering him.

"I love you desperately, but please spit out exactly what the problem is before this water goes completely cold." Blaine reached out and linked their fingers together.

Kurt rolled his eyes and splashed water toward his husband with their joined hands before going on.

"Fine... sheesh, no patience. My concern is this: Things have been amazing in our sex life, pretty much since the first time. I don't know about you but it certainly hasn't been that way with every guy in my past. There were always awkward conversations about who was going to top or bottom. I really do enjoy both and obviously you do too. We've never had those conversations. We've just clicked and there has never seemed to be any hesitation or resentment in how we do things." Blaine nodded in agreement. "I think part of it is our preferences, but a bigger part is that we love each other so much and just want to be together and please each other." The nurse smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"You are correct on every count. We are amazing and perfect for each other. I'm still not hearing the concern."

Kurt pretended he hadn't spoken and continued his speech.

"As we've adjusted to each other, while it's obvious that we enjoy switching roles on a regular basis, we've definitely fallen into a pattern where I'm the more passive partner a little more often. I'm just gonna come right out and say that I love it that way." He sighed and squeezed Blaine's hands a little more tightly. "I had to be in control and take care of both my dad and myself through so much of high school. I had to be in control and take care of everything as a single dad for three years. I have to be in charge and control constantly at work. Now, obviously, being in charge is kind of natural for me so trust me when I say that I really love nothing more than dominating you and fucking you until you scream," He raised one eyebrow suggestively and Blaine shook his head but laughed. "However, I also get a lot of enjoyment out of letting you take charge in that area of our lives. Even yesterday when we were in the tub, you were bottoming but still in control and that made it even more amazing for me. I just love... being the one who's taken care of sometimes. I guess maybe I'm nervous all of a sudden that you aren't okay with that." Blaine looked into his eyes. He leaned forward to push Kurt back against the side of the tub again and pressed down on top of him, kissing him and breathing him in for a moment before leaning against the doctor's chest. "Please know though that nothing makes me happier than taking care of you too though, I don't ever want you to think..." Blaine's body shook with silent laughter before he interrupted.

"Baby? I get it. I agree one hundred percent with everything you just said. I mean, I'm a gay guy for a reason and I thoroughly enjoy being fucked up the ass by the person that I love." They both laughed again before pressing their lips together for a soft kiss. "But, my whole life before I met you, between my parents and Alex? I was never the one in charge. I think that our natural tendencies and personalities make it so that we enjoy a little role reversal in that aspect of our lives. I love being in control that way and can't even being to tell you how much it means to me to be the one to take care of you. No one in my life has ever let me do that for them before. No one has ever trusted me in that way."

"I trust you," Kurt whispered. "I trust you with everything. With my life, with Elliott... I trust you, Blaine."

"I know. I'm so happy that you do. I will always take care of you and make you happy, Kurt."

"I know. So will I.

Blaine nodded. "You have proven that to me every day since we first met, honey. You've always put me, and my feelings, first in any decision you've made. I think that's why I'm so comfortable even when you're the one in control. I never once felt that way with Alex. There was always a selfish motivation in everything he did. You love me so much and I've never doubted it for a moment. It's nice to know that when I need it you'll take care of me too."

They cuddled together in silence until the water grew cold, feeling unbelievably content.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Kurt asked as they set the late brunch they had made together down on one of the dining room tables.

"I thought we could go to the Butterfly House."

"What's that?" Kurt scooped some eggs onto both of their plates and helped himself to the fresh fruit before passing it to his husband.

"It's this neat little habitat for all of these amazing butterflies and insects from around the world. The room is set up with kind of a rain forest atmosphere and the butterflies are completely free and they fly all around and land on you and everything." Blaine looked down at his plate in that moment and missed the momentary look of panic in Kurt's eyes.

"Sounds like fun!" He choked out.

Oh my lord, please no! My husband can't see me have a panic attack when a bunch of butterflies land on me! Okay, Kurt... They're not really bugs, they're delicate harmless butterflies... with creepy little legs... and twitchy little antennae... Oh my god!

The doctor cleared his throat and changed the subject quickly.

"So, it's crazy that this place has two dining rooms. I suppose it would come in handy though if you crammed a bunch of people in here and filled all of the bedrooms. Speaking of which," he popped a blueberry into his mouth, "We haven't even ventured upstairs yet. We should do that soon." He would have gone on talking but Blaine was looking at him oddly.

"What?" Kurt asked, glancing down to see if he had spilled food on himself or something.

Suddenly Blaine dove from the table, grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him into the second dining room. He walked up to the edge of the table and measured himself up against it for a moment.

"Perfect," he turned back to Kurt with a grin before yanking him over and grabbing his waist to scoot him up on the table. Kurt just looked at him in shock, his breathing already rapid. Blaine stepped right to the edge of the table and scooted the doctor toward him so that they were pressed together. Kurt wrapped his arms around the nurse's neck and pressed their faces together, the anticipation of whatever his husband had planned was already killing him.

"You know why they REALLY have two dining rooms, don't you?"

Kurt knew the answer but he desperately wanted Blaine to say it out loud.

"I don't know, baby. Why?"

"One for eating on. One for having sex on."

Kurt groaned and felt himself grow completely hard at those words. Blaine quickly reached down to pull off Kurt's pants and briefs before pushing him back to lay down on the table and pulling him forward so that his ass was right on the edge. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a new bottle of lube from his pocket and looked at the label before grinning at Kurt.

"You ready to try something new?" Kurt's head shot up and he nodded quickly. He didn't even care what it was, he just wanted Blaine to do something. He was fully erect already and aching for the release that he knew would be a little while in coming.

"What is it?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Flavored lube. Piña colada to be precise. My favorite flavor." Blaine spoke in a low voice before pouring a generous amount in his hand rubbing it around and slightly into Kurt's opening. The doctor sank back down to the table and he reached behind him to grip the edge of the table by his head. He knew what was coming and his body started to shake a little.

The nurse fell to his knees and sank his tongue into Kurt's entrance aggressively. He licked and sucked and stretched until Kurt was writhing involuntarily and had reached one hand forward to grasp the curls. Blaine stood suddenly and Kurt whined in protest.

"I want you to finger yourself while I suck you off," Blaine whispered while pouring another large dollop of the lube onto Kurt's achingly hard cock.

"Oh my sweet gaga," Kurt groaned as he reached his hand down. His eyes literally rolled back into his head when Blaine sank his mouth down onto him, licking away the lubricant with obvious enjoyment. He seemed to steady himself for a moment before sinking down completely so that the skin of Kurt's navel was flush to his face. Kurt thought he would come right there, feeling the warm dampness of Blaine's mouth and throat surround him completely. Blaine glanced up at him and nodded a little, or at least the best he could in his position.

"You're so amazing," Kurt breathed out and thrust up slightly. Blaine choked the tiniest bit and had to pull back for a second. He changed his position a little and grasped the doctor's hips, urging him to go on. Kurt kept his thrusts light but it still only took a few seconds before he was sending out a shout that echoed off the walls and he was coming with force down Blaine's throat. The nurse swallowed quickly in time with Kurt's last lunge and pulled off to line himself up and thrust into the slicked entrance that Kurt's fingers had abandoned.

Kurt was still coming down from his high and every slam inside him sent an electric aftershock that was almost too much. Blaine pounded in with abandon. Kurt shouted with every hit.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Blaine grabbed ahold of him and started jerking roughly. Kurt thrashed his head to the side, in absolute shock that his body was recovering this quickly. He felt the tension gradually build within him again though, and he eventually spilled over Blaine's hand. The nurse gave a couple more thrusts before he was crying his husband's name and exploding inside of him. He collapsed down onto Kurt's chest, breathing heavily.

"How was that for taking control?" He sighed happily. Kurt let out a sleepy laugh, barely able to stay awake after two orgasms.

"Fucking perfect."

"Kurt? Are you sure you're okay?"

Blaine had paid for their entrance into the Butterfly House. The lady behind the counter had placed bright yellow stickers on their shirts containing the the cartoon picture of a butterfly with a bright smile. Blaine had expected Kurt to protest the placing of a cheap sticker on his expensive shirt and was surprised when the doctor barely acknowledged it, looking incredibly pale.

"Yeah, fine. Let's go in," Kurt spoke in a rush and stepped inside. Blaine followed closely, watching his husband carefully.

The walked into the steamy room filled with lush greenery and exotic looking plants. Blaine looked around with awe as colorful wings floated past him in all sides. He turned to smile at Kurt but almost burst out laughing at what he saw.

Kurt was frozen in place, eyes looking toward Blaine in desperation. About ten different butterflies had landed in various places places on Kurt's body. One even balanced on the frame of his glasses.

"Oh my gosh. They sense my fear, Blaine. They're going to hold me hostage," Kurt whispered in a petrified voice. Blaine doubled over in laughter.

"Oh honey! They're butterflies for goodness sake! They aren't going to hurt you!" He really was trying to be comforting but this was just too hilarious. He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of his husband, covered in butterflies and giving him a death glare.

"I really, really hate you," Kurt spoke through gritted teeth as Blaine wiped tears of mirth from his eyes and texted the picture to all of their friends.

Once they were outside Kurt had overcome his nerves about being covered by the insects, but was still genuinely pissed at Blaine. The nurse didn't help any by pulling out a pen and scribbling on the sticker.

It already stated:

~I visited the Butterfly House~

Blaine added:

~and I didn't faint~

Kurt ripped the sticker off.

"You're such an ass." He turned on his heel and walked off in a huff.

"Awww, honey! Don't be mad! You have to admit that it was kind of funny!" Blaine tried to take Kurt's hand but the doctor jerked it away and kept walking.

"Now don't tell me you two lovebirds are fighting!"

They turned their heads in surprise to see Irene shuffling toward them with a hand on her hip and pointing a stern finger at them.

"Hi, Irene. It's nice to see you again." Kurt forced a polite smile and let Blaine catch up with him. He shot his husband a look the clearly said, 'I'm still pissed but now is not the time.' Blaine tried to hide his sigh and stepped to his husband's side.

"Harold!" Irene called over her shoulder. "Those nice gay men are over here!"

The old man sank down to sit on a bench a little way back and waved a tired hand in the air, not bothering to even look in their direction.

Kurt snickered a little and didn't pull away when Blaine linked their fingers, though he was still a little tense.

"Oh now, see? That's much better, sweethearts!" She stopped in front of them and reached up to pinch them both on the cheek.

"Fights happen my little ducks. You'll get past it and love each other even more."

The men nodded, a little surprised at how observant she was.

"We're fine, Irene. Really," Blaine blushed a little and shot Kurt a sideways glance.

"Of course you are! Harold and I fight plenty." She exclaimed with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"So, you and your husband are staying over on the Island too?" Blaine asked conversationally.

"Yup, we do this every few years. How long are you boys here for?"

"Until Sunday morning," Kurt answered.

"Well then. Thursday night we'll have dinner together. Horn's Gaslight Bar. See you at 7pm." She patted their cheeks and turned around without waiting for them to respond. The couple watched her disappear with opened mouths.

"Harold! Off your butt! I want to buy t-shirts for the grandkids!" The old man sighed and rose to his feet as he caught up with his wife. He raised his hand in another wave to the boys without looking back. The couple walked away and the younger men watched as Harold put an arm around his wife and placed a kiss on the top of her head. She looked up at him with a smile as they slowly worked their way down the sidewalk.

"So, fights happen, huh?" Blaine held Kurt's hand up to his chest and shot his husband an apologetic look.

Kurt glanced back at the other couple whom were holding hands and felt his heart warm. He gripped Blaine's fingers tightly.

"Yeah, they do."

They started to walk along in silence.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"A tiny bit."

"But you still love me?"

"For forever."

Blaine was relaxing in a patio chair on the large front porch after dinner, reading a book, when something soft landed in his face. He glanced up at Kurt who was standing in the doorway with a grin. The article had fallen to his lap and he picked it up curiously. His heart raced when he saw his scrubs pants. He looked up to see that Kurt had spiked his hair and was swinging his stethoscope in little circles. The doctor spoke in a low voice.

"You want to play doctor?"

"I don't know, Dr. Hummel. I feel like it might be inappropriate for me to meet you here like this. Isn't it against hospital policy?" Blaine pulled his best innocent and vulnerable expression.

"Don't worry about that right now. I've got you covered. I asked you here for a particular reason, Nurse Anderson."

"What's that, Dr. Hummel? Am I not doing a good job?" Kurt had to hold back his smirk at the playful anxiousness in Blaine's voice. "This is my first year out of nursing school. I want to make sure that I'm pleasing my boss." They both came close to laughing at this remark but pulled it together at the last moment. Kurt walked up to him, hands in the pockets of his lab coat.

"You're doing a great job. Trust me, you're definitely pleasing me," he reached out and ran his fingers down one of Blaine's arms. "In fact, I've noticed how eager you are and thought you deserved to be rewarded."

"Oh. Thank you, doctor. I have been working hard." Blaine took a step closer and traced a finger down Kurt's chest and snagged a finger on one of the buttons playfully. "I think I'd love to be rewarded." He said the last part almost shyly looked up at Kurt under his lashes. The doctor had to stop his knees from buckling. He quickly cleared his throat and reached to pull Blaine in to him.

"Let me start then," he threaded his fingers through Blaine's curls and leaned in to kiss him, starting out soft and slow and intensifying quickly. Blaine relaxed and sank into his arms, kissing back but allowing Kurt to take control. The doctor deepened the kiss, breathing the nurse in, tasting every bit of him. He loved the feeling of his husband melting in his arms. He got lost for a moment, forgetting that they were playing parts. He pulled back and placed one last soft kiss before sinking to his knees.

He pulled down the scrubs bottoms just low enough so that Blaine was exposed.

"Going commando today, nurse?" He looked up at Blaine with a seductive glance.

"Let's just say I was hopeful of what might happen tonight so I came with as few layers as possible." Blaine reached down and stroked himself lightly before offering himself up to Kurt's mouth.

"Shit," Kurt whispered, before sucking Blaine in. The nurse was fairly hard to start with and things escalated quickly. Without even realizing it he bucked forward suddenly, shoving himself down Kurt's throat. His eyes opened wide when he realized what he'd done. He glanced down to apologize but realized that Kurt had adjusted quickly and relaxed his throat to accept all of him. The blue eyes were gazing up at him expectantly and Kurt's fingers were clutching at his hips, pushing him back and pulling him forward again. Blaine closed his eyes and gave into the amazing feeling, thrusting in and out of the dampness. He took one more glance down to find Kurt leaning back slightly, shoulders relaxed, cheeks flushed and the tiniest bit of drool escaping down his chin. The sight pushed him over the edge.

"Fuck, K-... Dr. Hummel... Oh, FUCK!" He heard something like a growl and realized that it had come from his own mouth as he came hard down Kurt's throat. The doctor pulled off and stood quickly, scooping Blaine's limp form from where he stood and tossing him lightly on the bed. He reached over to grab the lube and pulled Blaine's pants off completely. He quickly set to work prepping him aggressively. Blaine had started out completely relaxed and drained from his release, but was soon writhing and squirming in anticipation again.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's ankle and propped it up in the air and pushed his other leg to the side, spreading him wide open and positioning himself just at his entrance.

"Do you want me, nurse? Do you want me inside of you? Is this how you want me to reward you?" Kurt had lowered his voice an octave are so and it drove Blaine nuts.

"Yes, doctor! Please yes!"

Kurt scooted forward on his knees and pulled Blaine up so that he was propped up on the doctor's thighs. Kurt held Blaine's one leg high in the air and pushed the other leg further back before thrusting in abruptly.

"Yes! Please just fuck me, Dr. Hummel! Fuck me hard!"

"I plan to, Nurse Anderson," Kurt rasped out, lunging in and down with as much strength as he could gather. The position left Blaine wide open and vulnerable and it turned him on beyond belief as Kurt claimed him completely. The nurse reached down to stroke himself and it barely took a few strokes before he was clenching down and arching his back with a silent scream, shooting his release with force across Kurt's chest.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's other ankle and propped them both up on his shoulders as he stuttered forward a couple last times before letting out a whimper that turned into a loud moan as he clutched Blaine's thighs. He looked down with suddenly sleep heavy eyes.

"You look so good like this," his voice was rough and his breathing was heavy.

"So do you," Blaine sighed happily as he gazed up at Kurt who was still inside of him and rubbing soothing hands up and down his legs.

Kurt pulled out gently and lay down beside his husband. Blaine was still wearing the scrubs top and Kurt still had on his lab coat. As they settled on the pillows, facing each other, Blaine sleepily played with a button on Kurt's coat. Kurt laughed lightly and pulled his husband in for a kiss.

"You sure get turned on by the whole 'naughty doctor-innocent nurse' role playing don't you?"

Blaine kissed him back lazily and pulled Kurt onto his chest as he closed his eyes.

"Yeah, but it's kind of a problem when we're actually working."

"Why's that?"

"It is ridiculously hard to hide a boner in cotton scrubs."