make a wish and celebrate

littlelooneyluna:

As if I could not write a drabble for my idiot’s birthday. Go crazy:

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There’s a gentleness about the way the world works at three in the morning, things are quieter and soft in a way that makes Robert grateful. He blinks his eyes open softly against the darkness of the room, rubs his hands over his eyes a little and looks at the clock.

The time shocks him a little, he wasn’t sure how late it was and so he decides to just creep back under the sheets and pretend like he hasn’t woken himself up a little in hope of getting some work done. It’s too late for that now.

He moves Aaron’s arm up a little, attempts to be careful and then he feels the younger man groan a little before his eyes widen and he drags Robert closer towards him. “What’s the time?” He asks through a mumbled face down on the pillow.

Robert can’t bring himself to look at the clock to check again so shrugs out, “About three.” He whispers, and Aaron turns to face him suddenly with this sleepy smile on his face.

“Happy birthday.” Aaron says, eyes still closed as he speaks and Robert laughs a little breathlessly because he doesn’t really care all that much about it anyway. He’s just another year older and although Vic wants to do something for him in the pub, Liv’s not here and it doesn’t get to feel the same. He kisses Aaron all the same though, at first it’s chaste and then Aaron tugs at Robert’s shirt and drags him down like he wants more.

“Shouldn’t *I be the one demanding kisses?” Robert mumbles against Aaron’s flushed face, kisses at his neck a little before feeling Aaron pull a hand through his hair. “I am the birthday boy.”

Aaron gives him this soft smile and wraps an arm around Robert’s waist, draws small circles into the left side and then nods. “Yes you are, you can demand anything you like when the sun’s up.” He says, because he’d love to shag the life of his brilliant, good looking bastard of a husband but Seb got down way too late to allow any fumbling at 3 am.

“Anything?” Robert teases, eyes filled with an intensity that Aaron almost cannot ignore. It’s why he slides a hand up through Robert’s shirt and it makes the older man catch his breath suddenly.

“Within reason.” Aaron says because he’s Aaron and Robert rolls his eyes. “Happy birthday.” He whispers again, gentle and in love and Robert already knows the day is going to go better than he ever planned.

~*~

The sun spills into the room and Robert feels it warm against his skin and thinks about the fact that they’ve been blessed with good weather.

He’s also reminded of the fact that Aaron has banned him from talking about global warming because apparently when Robert is stripping as soon as he gets home because of the heat and the effects of global warming, it’s a massive turn off.

Robert squints against it and then suddenly feels Aaron’s mouth on his neck, kissing and kissing and counting and Robert’s noes scrunches up a little before he’s smiling. He remembers this last year, thirty one kisses. He also remembers thinking that he’d never have it this year or the next or the next, just never again.

Aaron finally finishes his sappy ritual that he tells himself is not at all soppy but actually just sexy. “And, thirty two.” He says, with a smile on his face. He’s basically straddling Robert and he stares down at the beauty of the man who doesn’t look a day over twenty with his hair flat against his forehead and his freckles shimmering in the sunshine. He looks so beautiful that it makes Aaron almost have to catch his breath. But he’s not *that much of a sop.

“That was enjoyable.” Robert mumbles, eyes soft around the way Aaron looks at him. He suddenly strokes over Aaron’s arms and it makes the younger man smile even wider and dive down towards him.

“Happy birthday you.” Aaron whispers and Robert kisses him passionately, almost pounces on the feel of Aaron being his again and it’s fucking ridiculous considering they’ve been so perfect lately and he really should get over the fact that they ever weren’t but –

He’ll never ever take something as amazing as Aaron waking up with kisses on his birthday, for granted. He just won’t.

“Rob,” Aaron laughs out as Robert keeps kissing him and won’t let him go. “I’m trying to be romantic and make you breakfast downstairs you dick.” He pokes out and Robert gasps a little before smiling.

“Stay here.” Robert whines, “Breakfast can wait -”

Aaron raises an eyebrow. “Oh and you’re dick can’t?” He says, and Robert smirks before pressing his body towards Aaron and smiling.

“Stop trying to be romantic and just come here.” Robert demands softly and Aaron obliges and –

He’s starting to really feel like the birthday boy.

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