love never ends (Kit connor x River)

clingy boy

Tw: mentions of hospital

I'm finally out of the hospital and back at home. It's better to be at home than the hospital.

They kept me in for three more days just to check if I was okay. Kit and I ended up spending Christmas in the hospital, I felt so bad, but he reassured me that it was okay

I wake up next to Kit, and I crawl on top of him, bear hugging him. He starts to stir as I lay my head on his chest

After a few minutes, he wakes up and kisses my head

"Morning riv," he smiles, rubbing the back of my head

"Hi." I say nuzzling close to him

Kit kisses my forehead and holds me close

"You okay?" He asks

"Yeah!!"

"Good," he whispers in my ear

I snuggle up to him even more, and he rubs my back, making a small circular pattern and kisses my head every so often

I look up at him and kiss him softly before pulling away while laughing

"Your morning breath is gross." I chuckle

"Uh woww and I thought you loved me," he says, putting his hand on his heart, acting offended

"I do love you!!" I say poking his cheek

Kit smiles and reaches down the side of the bed, and grabs some grey checkered pyjama trousers

"You need to get off so I can put these on." Kit says

I sigh, then I roll off Kit, and he puts on his pyjama trousers

"How do you sleep with just boxers on, but then you get cold in the morning?" I ask

"I get hot when I'm sleeping,"

"You're hot anytime," I giggle

"You such a sap," he laughs

When he puts on his trousers on, he stands up and goes to walk out, but I grab onto his hand

"What?" He asks

"Carry me," I say, giving him puppy eyes, I know that he'll actually carry me because the puppy eyes always work on him

"Fine c'mere," he chuckles he reaches his arms out, and I kneel on the bed, and then he picks me up

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around kits neck as he kisses my head

"Your so fucking cute" he smiles

"Your pretty" I blush

Kit starts walking down the stairs and chuckles

"Your talking about yourself here" he says kissing my cheek

Kit carries me downstairs and into the kitchen and sets me down on the counter

"Right what do you want for breakfast?" He asks standing between my legs

I shrug picking at my fingers, I hate it when I pick at my fingers they always hurt after I do but i can't do much about it because it's how I stim

Kit gently moves my hands and looks at me "Don't pick, you'll make your fingers sore again"

"Yeah sorry" I say quietly

One time when me and kit were just watching a movie I kept picking at my fingers, kit didn't think much of it back then, I accidentally make my fingers bleed and kit hand to put plasters all on them