the start of something new. [blane rekner] (Patreon)

synopsis: Blane and the hunter navigate a new relationship.

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Blane isn't quite sure how they got where they are. A bed that isn't theirs, an apartment that isn't under their name. Under covers that they didn't buy, listening to the soft breathing coming from a mouth that's not their own. A scent that isn't their usual lotion, the lingering taste of toothpaste they don't normally buy.

The two of you had gone to bed late last night.

Though still drowsy from sleep, Blane can recall the night with perfect memory. You invited them over for dinner, under the guise of having 'too many ingredients.' Surely you could have come up with a better excuse, but Blane didn't comment, agreeing easily and counting down the hours until work was over.

By the time the clock hit five, they were nearly shaking from nerves. It wasn't the first time they'd been over—and would hopefully not be the last—but for someone so adept at reading other people, Blane could never decipher you.

They wished and they wished, hoping that the breathless kisses and soft smiles meant something to you as it did them. It was greedy of them to ask for something more, especially since you were already doing them the favour of giving them a chance, but it didn't stop them from dreaming.

Blane went home long enough to drop off their bags before they were out the door again, the route to your apartment already memorized long ago. You greeted them with a brilliant smile, bright enough that Blane had to brace themself from saying something stupid as you let them inside.

You began talking about something that happened at work as you chopped up ingredients for your dinner. Blane offered to help but you waved them off, telling them they only had to "stand there and look pretty."

The words sent a wave of heat from Blane's cheeks down to their toes. They were robbed of speech for a good couple of seconds after, something you laughed at even though you seemed just as flustered as them.

They busied themself with setting up the table while you chatted, rearranging forks and knives around and around again just to give themself something to do. At some point, they heard the sink run as you washed up, apparently done with preparations. They turned to watch you dry your hands and swallowed as you abandoned the kitchen and joined them in the dining room.

"Hey," you whispered.

"Hey. Are you done?"

"Nearly. You can help me with the next part. I might need a second opinion."

Blane's eyes dropped to your lips. Despite how embarrassing the action was, they didn't bother hiding it. "Okay."

It was the only word they could get out before you pressed them against the table with a searing kiss. Blane gasped against your lips, hands braced behind them. Your bodies were pressed together, the cutlery behind Blane shifting from how much the two of you were moving.

One hand was behind their head, another holding their hip. They jolted when your fingers brushed skin, still cold from the tap. You laughed at that, taking the opportunity to trail kisses down their jaw and throat. It was all Blane could do to keep themself quiet.

By the time you returned to their lips, they'd gained some of their confidence back. Blane's hands moved to your face. Their thumb brushed your cheek softly as you asked for entrance to their mouth with your tongue, something so at odds with each other it was almost laughable, but they didn't complain.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern. One moment you'd be talking and the next, Blane was pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat or your breath was fanning Blane's earlobe.

The kisses weren't all as intense as the first one.

When you finished your first round of food, you got up and pressed a quick kiss to Blane's head on the way to get seconds. They blushed scarlet at that, but you had the graciousness to keep quiet. Something similar happened after the two of you brushed your teeth. With Blane standing in front of the mirror, you slowly wrapped your arms around their waist, kissing the nearest bit of skin you could find. It was so domestic it nearly sent Blane to their knees, but somehow they managed to stay standing.

When you dragged them to bed, the kisses got softer. You spent your time fussing over their hair, peppering kisses over their face and cheeks and forcing their face back to you when they tried to hide.

The two of you spent what felt like hours exploring each other, and while in any other context, it should've been sexual, it was anything but.

You talked about everything and anything, from fears to favourite colours to regrets. You intertwined your fingers and held tight when Blane explained their asexuality; they learned how to cuddle someone when you described a recent nightmare.

You got tired first, yawning mid-sentence and covering your mouth with embarrassment. Blane merely laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, shifting so the two of you could hold each other while you slept.

You spent a couple of minutes staring at each other, giggling when someone kissed the other's nose or smiling when a hand caressed cheek. You were half asleep when you said it, as if reading Blane's mind. Later they'd learn they weren't being subtle about how scared they were of losing this, but you assured them it was no burden.

"I'm not going to run away. I really like you."

And while in the past, Blane would have simply passed that off as a lie and continued self-sabotaging themself, this time, they basked in the warmth of your words and chose to believe you.