Curwen Oneshots

Safe House

(Set when spies is)

~Monday

"I'll be back for you two on Sunday. Remember, if you leave or communicate with anyone you're fucking dead. And if you're not I'll kill you myself."
"We know. This isn't our first time in a safe house, Cynthia."
"Don't you fucking take that tone with me, Mega. Good luck, Owen." She slammed the door shut.
     They both walked through to the living room, throwing their bags down on the floor.
"So, I guess we're alone now. For a week." Curt leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Curt, you know we can't. We're being watched at all times, remember."
"You know I won't be able to last this long."
"You'll just have to try, love. We don't have a choice." There was a hint of sympathy in Owen's voice as he looked up at the camera in the living room. It was there in case anybody got into the safe house, to give the agency a clue as to what happened. But it ended up just making it impossible to have the privacy Curt and Owen wanted. "Now, I'm gonna go take a shower, get this blood off me."
Even though they had been together five years, Curt still blushed every time Owen called him 'love.' He sat down on the small brown sofa that was shoved into the corner of the dark living room and got a book out. He only read about three pages before his eyes fluttered shut and he was out for the count.

"Curt, wake up." Owen gently shook his shoulder.
"What time is it?" Curt yawned, stretching his arms.
"Nine at night. You were asleep three hours."
"Wow. That's the most sleep I've gotten in weeks."
"I know."
Owen sat next to Curt on the couch and they watched TV together, not really paying attention. The same thought was going through both of their heads. I wish we didn't need to sit with a space between us.
     But they knew it was better than the alternative.

~Tuesday

"Owen!" Curt yelled for his partner, who was still asleep in his bed. They had decided that one another's rooms were strictly off limits. Owen's idea.
A few minutes later, a tired looking Owen with messy hair wearing blue shorts and a grey t-shirt appeared in the doorway.
"Morning, love."
"Morning, can you make me pancakes?"
Owen looked amused despite the clear exhaustion. "Did you just wake me up because you wanted breakfast."
"You can choose the movie tonight." Curt resembled an excitable puppy at that moment, Owen thought.
And he could never say no when Curt resembled an excited puppy. "Okay. Fine. I'll make pancakes."
"You're the best." Curt walked over to the kitchen table, having to stop himself going to kiss Owen's cheek. The desperation was clearly showing because Owen shot him a glance, cautioning him not to.
The sweet smell filled the room, as did the sizzle of the pancakes being flipped, bringing up memories of their first morning together. That only made it harder not to fall into one another's arms and sit on the couch, laughing and talking absentmindedly until lunch time.

~Wednesday

"What's this?" Owen rubbed his eyes as he slouched in the doorway to the kitchen.
"This," Curt looked very proud of himself, "is payment for yesterday morning and for letting me sleep through your movie. Plus I really love french toast."
Owen couldn't hide the grin that spread right across his face as the two sat opposite each other eating their french toast with maple syrup.
"What's tomorrow's gonna be?"
"Haven't thought that far ahead yet," Curt frowned, "You don't think they'd have a waffle iron here, do you?"
Owen laughed, "No, I don't think so."
"Damn it."
"It's okay, we'll figure it out." Owen tried to ease the disappointment he could see in Curt's eyes. He knew how much Curt loved waffles.

~Thursday

"Whoa, you're up early." Curt stretched his arms as he walked toward the kitchen table.
"Wanted to surprise you." Owen pushed forward a plate of waffles, golden and drenched in syrup.
Curt's eyes lit up, "How did you-"
"There was a waffle iron, after all."
The two very nearly kissed one another before Owen pulled back and cleared his throat.
"Just four more days to go." Owen tried to comfort Curt, who was visibly upset, though he tried to mask it. And he understood why Curt was upset. He was too. But Curt seemed to be taking it particularly hard. He had always been a little clingy. But never to that degree.
"Four days," He sighed, "Four days..."