It's a cold morning in New York, midway into their first brisk winter there.Together.They're tangled in the sheets, all warm, sweaty skin from being wrapped together all night.

Blaine is wide awake by 8:00 am, Kurt had pulled the comforter so much on his side that it slipped off the edge of the bed. Blaine is shivering as he smiles, drinking in Kurt's appearance. A sea of smooth, pale skin and rumbled hair, lips parted slightly as he breathes steadily. He looks like an angel spread out ontheirsheets intheirbed.

His leering comes to an end, though, as Kurt begins to mumble, smiling into the pillow "You're like clockwork."

Blaine grins toothily, pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead. "And why is that?"

Kurt lulls his head to the other side to face Blaine, his gorgeous blue eyes blinking into alertness. "Every morning, you wake up and just...stare at me." Blaine flushes in response, the blush creeping down his neck. "I love it. I loveyou."

And Blaine's stomach does that flippy thing, a rush of love stuttering and starting his heart before he echoes the words, "I love you, too. Even though you hog the sheets." Kurt hums in response, his breathing steadying again as he falls back into sleep. Blaine is forced to get up and stop gawking over his beautiful boyfriend when the the bitter cold becoming too much so that he's forced to retrieve the comforter. The comforter that inevitably will cover up Kurt's body again because no matter how beautiful his boyfriend is, he isn't going to let him freeze.

Blaine drapes the comforter back over Kurt and cuddles into him, tucking his cold nose against Kurt's deliciously smooth neck. He breathes his scent in, sweaty from sex but with that underlying sweet, earthy scent that is just soKurtthat it makes his stomach flip in the best of ways. Arms around Kurt's waist, he snuggles closer until they're flushed together, Blaine spots something that catches his eye from Kurt's bedside table.

The night before, they'd been sprawled out on the bed documenting their dream wedding. Their first dance, the song, the cake,everything.Their future. Which of course resulted in kisses and adoring glances, and that lead to sex. But that's another story.

Because Blaine eyes the marker that they were using to scrapbook, a simple washable crayola, but a silly idea crosses his mind. So of course, he acts on it because when it comes to Kurt, his filter is forgotten.

He leans over Kurt, trying his best not to spark too much suspicion on Kurt's part. He pops open the cap with his teeth, effectively muting the popping noise, his other arm working the comforter out of the way.

Ever so deftly, Blaine lifts himself over Kurt, straddling him. Kurt's eyes flutter for a second, before a smile spreads across his face. Blaine rubs a thumb along the seam of Kurt's lips, his jaw, and coos when Kurt cuddles into the touch. He presses a peck to Kurt's lips before he makes work at drawing a cheesy heart on Kurt's collarbone.

Kurt gasps as he feels the cool felt on his skin, a sharp, "Blaine?"as his eyes spring open. Blaine just continues to grin like a madman as he begins to writeBlaine'sunder his right nipple.

"Blaine Devon,what the hell are you doing?"

"Making you mine." He grins.

"I'malreadyyours, Blaine, are you reallydrawingon me? God, you're so cheesy."

"You love it."

A sigh, then, "I do. But seriously, will you stop drawing on me? It's probably awful for my skin and it'll never come out."

Blaine pouts in an overly adorable manner, sitting himself down on Kurt's thighs. "You're oppressing my creativity, Kurt. I have all this beautiful, silky skin to paint on...let me finish."

"Skin isn't for painting, hun."

"...But."

"So long as I get to do it to you." And with that, Kurt grabs the blue marker off of the floor and flips them, scribbling a bowtie where Blaine's normally would be.

Blaine breaks into hysterics, claiming the marker tickles him. "You're evil, Kurt Hummel."

"Oh really now?" Kurt prompts, scooting down Blaine, further, further until he's sitting on Blaine's knees, marker to Blaine's hipbones. He begins to write a word in big, thick letters. Blaine's stomach quivers, it tickles but feels good in a strange, strange way and he fists his hands into the sheets.

"There." Kurt licks his lips, admiring his work. An arrow, with Kurt's name pointing to Blaine's crotch. "Now you'remine."

Blaine's eyes soften, his hands reaching up to rub circles on Kurt's thighs. Abruptly, he crawls over Kurt, maintaining eye contact and gently presses him into the mattress, eyes sincere.

He leans up and presses his marker over Kurt's chest, right where his heart is. Kurt swallows audibly, as Blaine draws a heart over where Kurt's is.

"I was already yours." Blaine says softly, leaning down to kiss in the middle of the shape, Kurt's thrumming heart beneath.

"Always yours."