Hernando's Place, Tuesday Morning

Mostly still asleep and only barely begun the journey out of slumber, Hernando's arm tightened from its loose drape at Sparkle's waist. He rolled a little, shifting his position to pull Sparkle closer while murmuring something sleepily in Spanish.

Sparkle chuckled and cuddled on in, pressing a kiss to Hernando's forehead. And then another to the tip of his nose. And then he paused a moment from there to murmur right back.

"Morning, beautiful man."

"Good morning yourself, beautiful," Hernando returned warmly if still sleepily. A brief quest nuzzled their noses together and then it was his turn to lean up and press a kiss to Sparkle's forehead. "Why are you awake so early? Go back to sleep, baby."

"Hmmm," Sparkle purred, making about as much a show of thinking that suggestion over as was humanly possible at that ridiculous hour of the day. "I could. Sleep's nice. That's true..."

There was a 'but' just kind of left hanging there, you bet'cha.

Hernando heard that hanging word loud and clear. He didn't know what words came after it but he laughed softly anyway. "Alright, beautiful. Hold your thoughts a small while longer. I'll go feed my furry menaces and you can tell me the plans you have cooked up when I return."

"Hmmm, I think I can manage that," Sparkle mused, leaning back juuuuust a little. "Make sure your menaces are fed, come back to another one... sounds like a good morning, right?"

Hernando leaned in to press a warm kiss at the junction of neck and shoulder. "Yes," he murmured, "this sounds like an excellent morning though I would say you were more mischievous than menace."

He began to unwind himself, albeit reluctantly, from both blankets and Sparkle. Glasses were on the nightstand, robe was on the back of the door.. his brain slowly began to put itself in order.

Not an easy task when he had a playful and warm Sparkle right here.

Sparkle just met that statement with an impish smile, sprawling himself right out like a cat as the space in the bed was freed up, and watching Hernando just as intently as one might.

"Is that a request? I can always do more mischief."

Enjoy the sleepy naked man putting his glasses on and sweeping himself into his bathrobe. Once that was accomplished, Hernando leaned back over the bed to press more kisses to the new expanse of chest showing. "You," he accused fondly, "are part cat. That is mischief enough though I do not doubt you could do more." The kisses were starting to slow and linger.

And that was his cue to go brush his teeth so he could kiss Sparkle a proper good morning. Hernando pulled away with an impish grin of his own and headed to do his morning rounds.

Sparkle, meanwhile, just chuckled at that accusation. If anything not terribly fragile had been within reach, he totally would have reached out just to knock it to the floor.

... But since Hernando was doing his rounds, Sparkle was going to do his own. Teeth brushing was somewhere at the top of the list, and then waiting out the rest of the time Hernando was off feeding the quokka by coming up with nefarious plans. Staying merrily sprawled out on the bed. Practically purring.

Hernando took a moment before he left the bathroom to wet down the ridiculous fluffy bed head he'd woken up with. It wouldn't be truly tamed until he showered but at least it no longer was quite so dandelion clock.

Fresh greens and root vegetables were chunked up and set out for the quokka and their water dishes cleaned and refreshed. He spent some time sitting with Dave, who was curled up in a plush pet bed by the hearth and disinclined to walk across the floor to a dish of food. Hernando always fed him on his own. In no small part so he could monitor how much Dave was eating and drinking. Dave seemed to be doing well for his age though Hernando had no idea exactly how old he was.

Once the quokka were tended to, he returned to the bedroom. Leaning a shoulder against the doorjam, he crossed his arms over his chest and spent some time letting his gaze play over Sparkle sprawled contentedly across the bed. Taking in the sight and savoring it.

When his gaze returned to Sparkle's face, Hernando's lips curved into a warm smile. "You," he murmured, "are a very beautiful cat, my panther."

"And this from a very beautiful hunter," Sparkle replied, smirking up at him. "I wonder, would the hunter have any objections to being told that he's become prey for the entire day?"

Because this panther really didn't envision imminent escape being in the cards, no.

Hernando smiled and stripped the robe off with slow deliberation. It was carelessly tossed onto the door hook. He stalked to the bed and asked, "Do I ever mind this?"

A short crawl across the bed took him within range of a proper good morning kiss.

"I should hope you don't ever mind this," Sparkle purred, leaning up for that kiss, draping his arms around Hernando's shoulders with a sort of languid carelessness, himself. "You know, I was really proud of you last night."

Apparently men who apologized and meant it were very sexy, to a Sparkle.

"Mmm," Hernando hummed into the kiss, "Definitely do not mind this." One hand wound into Sparkle's hair, threading through to cup his head.

A tiny grimace. "Kanan was owed that apology and more. It was an unfortunate lesson in how much words can wound and I am not proud that I did this to him." He sighed and kissed Sparkle again.

Sparkle nuzzled up in silence for a moment.

"Because you're a good man," he murmured. "You fucked up. You owned up to it. You know how many people never do?"

Hernando nuzzled back quietly for a moment before answering. "Too many, Sparkle. Too many people would rather hurt someone and walk away to keep their pride than admit they as you say fucked up and apologize. I could not do that. I could not be proud of myself if I did. I did apologize to Kanan the day after when I had a chance to calm down but I did not know until tonight that 'I'm sorry' was not what he needed to hear from me. I won't know if it did any good for him, not after so much time for the hurt to fester like it has, but perhaps hearing from me that I was wrong and I now know this will do.. something."

He nuzzled in again, "Not so good, baby, but I try not to be awful."

"Trying is all anybody can ask," Sparkle murmured, letting his arms drift down from around Hernando's shoulders so that he could loop them around his waist, instead. "Never met a single person who actually fucking tried until I found myself here. S'nice. Used to scare the shit out of me. High School Sparkle would've been so confused by you, babe."

Hernando laughed softly and placed kisses along Sparkle's neck. He was amused. "From what I hear, I would have needed to be running illegal guns and picking you up in bars to be of interest to High School Sparkle," he teased.

Sparkle blinked, and then leaned his head back and made a pained sound like a dying animal.

"Mouse you traitor," he laughed. "This has to be revenge for introducing one of her boyfriends to her sophomore fashion tastes, oh my god."

"It was," Hernando confirmed with a laugh, "Sparkle, how could you. High school is a time for making all the fashion faux pas imaginable. I am never showing you my high school yearbooks." Yes he would. They were in Mexico at the moment.

But hey, since Sparkle's head was leaning back and all of his throat was exposed.. there went a whole bevy of slow kisses.

"I mean," Sparkle murmured, "I showed you the way I used to do my face, right?"

Heey, those kisses were deliciously distracting from his totally legitimate lament, here.

"I leaned hard into my faux pas," he added, sounding distracted. "Mouse truly believed she was the epitome... of... cool..."

Mouuuuth.

"She said," he murmured between kisses, "that you would alternately threaten to burn her closet down and then hand-sew things on her garments for her to make them better. Also that you helped her fix her unfortunate fashion sense."

Hernando took a little more time with the kissing when it ringed Sparkle's collarbone. It was a kind thing he had done. He had seen how Sparkle used to do his makeup. It was bold and it was dark and it was aggressive and angry all in one. It all but screamed 'I don't care'. Yet in spite of that he clearly had. The core of him that Hernando adored had always been there.

Which Hernando already knew. "I did see how you used to do your makeup," he murmured, "You shall have to do it again for me sometime. I will completely destroy your lipstick, baby." He would. He absolutely would.

"You'll end up wearing more of my lipstick than me," Sparkle replied, and then paused to chew his lip for a second. Hummed his approval. "As is only right."

Really, he was adding it to the list.

It was a very long list, now.

"Mmmhm," Hernando hummed agreement against the skin of his throat. Except they were talking about Sparkle's excellent mouth and it had been at least a minute or two so Hernando had to lean up to collect more kisses.

"You know how much I love your lips," he murmured into them. There weren't many parts of Sparkle he did not love. It was simply easier for Sparkle to hear the word when it was applied piecemeal so that was how Hernando presented it.

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