Perfumed Secrets | Kurt Cobain

My past it all seems stranger than a stranger

Hours later, Faye woke up groggily, disoriented. Panic flickered in her chest until the haze of the day started to settle back in her mind. She glanced around the room for Kurt, but found it empty. Her confusion deepened until her eyes landed on a small piece of paper beside her.

You looked so perfect and tired. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Love, Kurdt. 

On the other side of the paper, there was a number, the studio's, she assumed.

She blinked, her eyes lingering on the note before she drifted back to sleep, her body sinking deeper into the mattress, her dreams light and scattered. When she woke up again, the room was dark, the only source of light the TV, and Kurt was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her stir.

"Hey," he mumbled, a smile tugging at his lips. "You were pretty beat, huh?"

She stretched lazily, still feeling the warmth of the sheets around her, and smiled sleepily. "Yeah... guess I was."

Kurt's expression softened, but then he shifted, a hint of seriousness creeping into his voice. "Listen, Faye... I felt something was off earlier. You know, when we were getting it on." He trailed off, searching her face. "I was way too deep into it to stop, but... it wasn't cool, taking that without permission."

Faye's smile faded slightly as she turned her eyes away, avoiding the weight of his words. "We've done it before when I was high," she said casually, hoping to brush it off.

A frustrated chuckle escaped his lips. "Yeah, but I'd like to at least know, alright? I need to be more attuned, more careful. You weren't all there."

She gave him a slow smile, leaning in slightly. "Oh, don't worry. You were pretty attuned."

"I'm not kidding, Faye."

"I like it like that." Her voice was a soft murmur, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned closer, brushing her lips against his jaw.

Kurt tensed, almost giving in to the warmth of her touch, but pulled back just enough to keep his thoughts straight. "It wasn't cool to take that stuff without telling me," he warned, his tone more insistent. "Especially because this batch... it's purer than what we usually mess around. You don't know what you're dealing with."

"Well... maybe you could show me," she teased, her voice dripping with playful challenge as she looked up at him, daring him to take control.

Kurt looked at her, his resolve faltering for a second, but then he shook his head, his hand cupping her cheek. "Not tonight. You need to take it easy. Tomorrow we are going to see your mother."

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Ugh, I haven't phoned her yet. Should I?"

"Well, I guess it would be nice. She'd at least know everything's fine, that the trip was alright, and you're here."

"Yeah, and I've got to get some more details about tomorrow." Faye grabbed the phone, dialing her mother's number as she settled back against the pillows.

After a few rings, she picked up, exuding enthusiasm once she heard her daughter's voice.

"Faye! Finally! I was starting to get worried."

"Sorry about not calling earlier. The trip was great," Faye replied, glancing at Kurt as she spoke. "I was just... pretty beat." Her tone was casual, but the way she looked at him added a hint of something else, something he caught onto with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, was it too exhausting?" Marie asked, her voice full of concern.

"Yeah," she replied with a coy smile, her tone vaguely suggestive. "It was... exhausting." There was a pause on the other end, her mother clearly not picking up on the subtext. "So, about tomorrow... I think I don't have the address."