Perfumed Secrets | Kurt Cobain

But tonight, I just wanna stay in and be with you

Faye leaned back, her body sinking into the couch as the warmth of the drug took over. She glanced at Kurt, still sitting on the edge, his arms crossed and face set in that serious way she knew too well. He was upset, and she could feel it, but the haze from the high made it easier to push it aside.

"You're still mad at me?"

Kurt didn't answer right away. He kept staring straight ahead. "I'm not mad," he finally said, his voice low but sharp. "Just... I don't like it when you do this."

Faye played dumb. "What do you mean?"

"Ask me for this stuff like it's no big deal. You're acting like it's some kind of party favor."

She sighed, trying to figure out how to diffuse the situation. "I'm not trying to make it a habit. It's just... you're leaving tomorrow, and I'll miss you. I thought maybe we could, you know, enjoy tonight."

Kurt ran a hand through his hair, still not looking at her. "It's not about me leaving, Faye. It's about you wanting this... again. I don't want this to be an answer every time."

"I get it," she said, her tone soft and reassuring. "But it's not like I ask for it all the time. You're going to California to record your album. That's huge! I just wanted to celebrate with you tonight. One last good time before everything changes."

He finally turned to her, his face softening just a little. "I'm afraid you will always have a reason. But this stuff, it's not like drinking or smoking. It's not something you can just celebrate with. You know what it does."

Faye nodded, inching closer. She placed her hand on his arm, giving him a small smile. "I know. I really do. But it's not like I'm going to get hooked."

Kurt's jaw clenched as he stared at her, clearly fighting an internal battle. "It's not that simple." he muttered.

"It can be," she whispered, sliding her hand down to his knee, squeezing it gently. "Let's just enjoy it. You deserve it, Kurt. You've been so stressed about the album, and you're going to kill it, that's a fact. So let's take the pressure off for a few hours, okay?"

Kurt sighed, still torn, but Faye could see his defenses lowering. His anger was slowly dissipating, replaced by that familiar vulnerability she knew how to navigate.

"You're good at this, you know?" he said, shaking his head, his tone softening.

Faye smiled, moving even closer. "Good at what?"

"At making me feel like I'm the one being unreasonable."

She chuckled softly. "I get why you're worried. But I'm fine, Kurt. I really am. Tonight's just... a break from everything."

He looked down, still conflicted, but then nodded slowly. "Alright. Just... This can't become a regular thing."

"It won't," she promised, a spark of victory flickering inside her as he finally gave in. "But can't you spare another line?"

He sighed again, reaching for it. As he prepared one for her and one for himself, Faye felt relief and excitement. She had gotten what she wanted, but the small nagging guilt stayed buried.

"Feeling better now?" She asked, rubbing his arm.

Kurt opened one eye to look at her, a lazy grin spreading across his face, his voice slow and thick. "Yeah, a little too good."

She shifted closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're welcome, by the way."

He smirked, turning to nudge her lightly with his elbow. "You're impossible, you know that?"