#rosyrequests

Kirk was lying on his side at the head of your bed as he wrote in his notebook, as you were sitting at the foot of your bed, watching him. He never let you see his writing until it was finished, but you kept trying to take quick peeks. He noticed your head slightly inching towards his notebook before moving it to face his chest.

"You know the rules, darling. No reading-"

"Until it's done. I know, I know." You cut him off and he laughed.

"Why don't you turn on some music? It's too quiet in here." Kirk asked. You nodded before walking over to your collection of records. You grabbed your copy of "Fear of Music" by Talking Heads and started to play it.

"I don't think I played this one for you yet." You stated as you sat back up on the bed.

"It's no Black Sabbath, but it isn't horrible." Kirk joked at you as he started to write again. You laid down, your head on his legs and your own legs hanging off the edge of your bed.

"Can I at least know what you're writing about? Like what's the inspiration?" You turned your head to look at him and he smiled at you.

"How about I tell you the title? Hmm?" You quickly nodded your head in response.

"Just know, this is not gonna be a Metallica song. This is just gonna be for us." Kirk looked down at you with a smile.

"I don't mind, I just want to know." You whined and he chuckled at you.

"Warm Heart, Cold Skin." He looked down at his notebook again. "Inspired by the most beautiful girl I know. She's always cold to touch but she's the warmest person I know." He slowly turned his face back to yours.

Kirk had asked you out about two months prior and the most common thing he said about you was how old your hands and feet were.

Your face heated up and a smile appeared on your lips. "And who would that be?" You asked, trying to get more information out of him.

He sat up slightly and put a hand over yours. "You're cold again." Was all he said before his eyes went slightly wide and he whispered to himself. "Oh shit."

You look down at your hand and notice the blue fingerprints on the top of your hand before turning to look up at him and bursting out laughing. "Your pen exploded!"

He immediately stood up and went to wash his hands. Thankfully, the only thing that got ink on it was just Kirk. The notebook and bedspreads were in the clear.

"I am so sorry, I didn't notice-" Kirk started to say as he walked in but you quickly cut him off

"It's okay, nothing got stained." You stood up and walked towards him. "My sheets and your notebook are fine, your hands are another story." You giggled as you grabbed his hands. "Blue Boy."

He wrapped his arms around your waist. "Blue Boy and his Little Snowflake." He held you close to his chest and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You both just stood there for a few moments, wrapped in each other.