#kovlyse

night one: sleepy kovlyse fluff. literally thats it. james shows up.

The bedroom has blackout blinds but half the time they forget to close them fully, a sliver of light sneaking into the room in the early hours of the day and painting the room in a dim yellow. Elyse wakes up naturally and is greeted by a very pensive Adam watching her, and she can’t help but huff out a laugh (but she’s absolutely blushing a little). It’s not a new thing; sometimes Adam doesn’t sleep much but he’ll stay in the bed because it’s warm, there’s nothing else to do, and James literally has him trapped on the bed. But James is already up and at the gym, it should be close to ten judging by that, so Adam has no excuses.

“Hey, God? It’s me, James. Listen, I know I’ve never kept in touched as often as I should have, but… recently it’s become clear to me that You’ve been looking out for me anyway and. Wow, I didn’t think I’d get this choked up but. So, yeah, thanks, big guy. I’ll see You in church this Sunday.”

“You can’t go to church Sunday, we made reservations at that Belgian waffle place, remember?” Adam said from across the kitchen, stirring his coffee with the butt end of a whisk because they’d forgotten to run the dishwasher again.

“Oh, that’s right,” James grumbled. “Well, that counts as a temple of sorts. I’ll just pray over the Tutti-Frutti waffles.”
 “No, you won’t,” Adam teased, just as James amended “No, I won’t.”

“What made you find God this time?” Adam asked, crossing the kitchen and frowning when he saw what James had open on the screen. “Oh, God, not this again.” 
“Yes, this again!” James snapped, spinning around in his chair and overshooting his target slightly, hooking his foot around Adam’s ankle to right himself. Adam snorted, looking pointedly away from James and taking a sip of his coffee when James started pulling him closer by his belt loops. Not gently and sensually, like a normal person, but yanking him forward so he sputtered when coffee went up his nose.

“Charming,” he gurgled, letting drops of coffee fall from his beard.

“Like a Tiffany bracelet,” James said, not looking up but running his fingers underneath Adam’s shirt, rucking it up just slightly. Adam watched as his blue eyes fell on the slier of exposed skin, then darted to the picture of him on James’s screen, then back.

“Stop.” 
“I miss the mesh.”

“No.”

“It’s, like. I see your stomach a lot. Constantly,” James said ignoring when Adam muttered “Not as constantly as you, can barely keep your shirt on.” He continued, “But ever since the mesh, it’s never been the same.”

“Well, that’s good,” Adam mumbled. “I peaked and I didn’t even know it.”

“No, no, listen,” James sounded almost drunk, scrambling his hands over Adam’s stomach and swatting at his pecs to keep his attention, which he wasn’t losing in the first place. “You’re stacked, you know that? Like, the internet says you’re dorito-shaped and you are and like that’s awesome. And I get to see your nipples, like, daily. That’s a pretty good deal. But the mesh, like. It was like a sausage packed into a sexy, teeny, see-through casing.”

“Wow,” Adam said, blinking at the wall past James’s head. “That is… the single most unsexy thing that has ever been said to me.”

“I mean it, you just looked like complete and utter Eurotrash and yet I wanted you to slap me in the face and call me ‘Sven’.”

“… I stand corrected.”

Adam waited patiently for James’s snarky, if not more unsexy reply why he heard a blood-curdling shriek from the other room. He whirled around and stared down the hall, where the scream had come from.

“Elyse?” he called, not even finishing the name before there was a loud clatter coming from their bedroom. A very spooked-looking Benson came tripping over himself down the corridor, immediately followed by Elyse, whose gaze seemed to be laser-focused on Adam.

It didn’t occur to him that she wasn’t slowing down until it was too late and she was barreling into him, putting all of her weight on him and sending the two of them crashing to the floor.

“Oh, my good lord,” Adam wheezed, as Elyse fisted her tiny hands in Adam’s shirt.

“How dare you.”

“What?”

“‘What’, he says,” she snapped, turning to James with a look that said, “Can you believe this guy?” “He says ‘what’ as if he didn’t just ruin my entire life.”
 “I’m… sorry?”

“You’d better be! Just popping up on Twitter with your god-damn tits out and covered in mesh like that-“

“Oh, God, not you too.”

“Where. Is. It?”

“Where’s what?” Adam cried, floundering between the several conversations Elyse seemed to be having without him, or in spite of him.

“The mesh shirt, Adam!” she cried. “Where is the mesh shirt?”

“It belonged to Rooster Teeth’s costume department, babe, it’s in Austin,” he said, already anticipating the reaction of the female Willems. The male, however, he hadn’t quite expected.

“What?!” they shouted in unison.

“James, you knew this, you left your costume back there, too!” he said, wishing this was the first time they had run themselves in circles in conversations like this and wishing even more he knew how to navigate them by now. He tried to set up, only to be shoved back down by his girlfriend.

“James, get Burnie Burns on the horn, I need that mesh shirt here by 1900,” Elyse demanded, stabbing a finger in the direction of her husband.

“James, please don’t, I don’t need my boss asking any questions.”
 “Well, what’re we supposed to do, live life without you in a mesh shirt?” James objected, holding his phone out, horrifyingly, as if he’d actually been about to make the call.

“Yes, that’s what most people would do,” Adam deadpanned.

“Well, not us. Get up, Kovic, we’re going to Hot Topic.”

“No, please no.”

“Yes, and then, Sephora. We need a smokey eye,” Elyse said.

“Do I get any say in this?”

“No,” Elyse said immediately.

“Now, are you going to get in the car with us, or are you going to sit on the bed and wait for us, Adam?”

Adam blinked at the two of them, mouth twisting in consideration. Then he put on the cheesiest Eastern European accent and made it breathy.