It's going to be me, and kits one year anniversary tomorrow. Kit said that he had a surprise and we had to wake up early and that he set an alarm. I don't know what he's done, but I'm really excited.
Kits alarm on his phone goes off, and he wakes up, then gently wakes me up. I wake up, and I put my head on his chest, and he kisses my head.
"Come on, riv, we need to get up," he smiles
I groan annoyingly, but get up anyway.
I walk in the bathroom, and I take off my clothes and get in the shower. washing my hair three times and just basically doing my shower routine. I get out, and I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into our bedroom, and I take out some clothes. Kit walks into the bathroom for a shower for himself.
I put on a pair of black jeans shorts and a blue button-up shirt with a few buttons undone as it's really hot. I sit on our beds scrolling through my phone, and then Kit comes out of the bathroom and walks in, throws his towel on the floor, and looks for some clothes
"That is a wonderful sight, darling," I grin
Kit throws his clothes on the bed and then crawls over to me
"Is it?" he smirks
"Go get dressed before you make me want to get a shag off you," I say, smiling
"You want to shag me?" He wonders
I look up at him, blushing, then i look back down at my phone
"Just get dressed," I say, embarrassed.
Kit gets dressed in a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, then we go downstairs and eat breakfast, and then Kit gets out a frozen rat out of the freezer
"Kit, what are you doing?"
"Go quickly feed koda," he says
"He feeds in a few days, though," I say
"We won't be here for a few days," he smiles
I look at him blankly, but I defrost the rat and feed koda anyway, I come back downstairs, and Kit is waiting at the door with his shoes on.
"Put your shoes on," Kit says
I put them on, and then I looked in the mirror, fixing my hair
"You did a good job," I say
"Hm, maybe I can just cut your hair from now on." he smiles
I quickly kiss kit, then we get in the car, we start driving, and then we get to the airport and kit parks
"Eh," I say
"What?"
"Why are we at the airport?"
Kit doesn't say anything, but he just smiles, I suddenly realise, and I look at kit shocked
"No way, no, no, no way did you get us a holiday," I say
"Yeah, I did,"
"To where."
"Where have you always wanted to go?"
"Spa - no way no actually are we going to Spain," I say, smiling
Kit nods, and I hug him tight, and I kiss him hard. We get out of the car, and we go into the airport. We go through security, and then we sit down. Our flight gets called, and we sit in our seats. I start breathing heavily, and kit looks at me
"You okay?"
"I don't know. I've never been on a plane, " I say
"Just hold my hand." He smiles
I nod
"Do you want your ear defenders it can be quite loud,"
I nod again, and kit puts them on me
The plane takes off, and I hold kits hand, I lay my head on kits shoulder, and I fall asleep. Kit wakes me up when we get there. We get off the plane hand in hand and walk to our hotel, and kit signs us in, and we go up to our room. As soon as we get in, I drop my bag on the floor, and I fall onto the bed.
Kit chuckles, then puts his bag down and shuts the door. He lays on top of me and smirks
"AHH, you're squishing me." I laugh, trying to push him off,"get off. "
"Nope," he says
"Kitttttt," I moan
Kit looks at me, then kisses me hard. We start making out intensely, and then Kit gets off me
"Stop winding me, uppppp," I beg
Kit stands up and looks at me
"There's a beach down over there," he says. "Do you wanna go?"
I smile at him, and then I nod, we both put on our swimshorts, and we walk over to the beach holding hands. I just realised that people don't give you funny looks when they see two men holding hands in spain, unlike the uk, we are so offensive.
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kit connor X male reader
Romance"We shuffle closer to each other. My stomach turns like it's going to jump out at any second. kits head tilts right slightly and mine to the left, our faces getting closer, both our eyes shutting slowly and carefully." nothing sexual will happen bet...
