MGA PAKIWARI AT PAGMUMUNI-MUNI (An AlDub Collection of Poems and Short Stories)

Of stubbles and kisses

Because what Katring wants, Katring gets.

kathartickat

For you labs. A short drabble. 😘

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She silently tiptoed in the stillness of the hotel hallways, not wanting to disturb anyone as it was still quite early in the morning - despite the sun already shining bright outside. She told her mother, who at that moment was taking a shower, that she was going to check on the love of her life, who was checked in at the room beside theirs, to make sure he was going to be up and awake for their promised breakfast with everyone prior to their rehearsals.

As she finally reached his door, she quickly took out her copy of his room's keycard and quietly walked in, still tiptoeing when she noticed him deep in slumber. She smiled as she noticed the blackout drapes of his room still covering his window and grinned when she heard an unmistakable snore fill his otherwise quiet room, the only other ambient sound was the soft whirring sound of his room's centralized air conditioning.

Wakey, wakey my lovey-dovey.

As quiet as a mouse, she continued to tiptoe towards his windows, slowly opening his drapes when she reached it - bathing his room in bright sunshine. She breathed a sigh of relief when the noise of the opening drapes didn't startle him awake. Thank God for carpeted floors and slipper socks as well that helped mask her footsteps.

He must be more tired than I thought.

She stifled a giggle as he groaned and rolled over to his back, a small frown marring his brows - but still totally asleep. His lips parted a bit just as he scratched his tummy before settling down again. She couldn't help but lick her own as she noticed how angelic he looked in sleep and how his lips, though dry and quite chapped, still looked very much kissable.

And that morning stubble that I wouldn't mind licking. Yum.

She continued to observe him, noting the way his clothed chest was slowly going up then down as he breathed evenly - huffing in her head as she thought of how unfortunate it was that he couldn't sleep in the nude while they were here on tour since they were with her mother and their other crew.

That chest and burger shouldn't be covered. At all. It would be a disservice. As well as those biceps that I really like to bite.

She then took out her phone from the back pocket of her leggings and kneeled down on the opposite side of where he was laying down, her usual sleeping side - she took note of - which made her smile. He still slept and kept her side of the bed open like she would be sleeping with him even though they both knew that this trip wouldn't grant them that.

As she observed him through the lens of her phone camera, she grinned naughtily. She snapped a photo of him before logging out of her Twitter account and logging onto his. She then posted what she just captured with a cryptic caption and watched as his notifications started to ping nonstop, making the phone on his bedside table continuously vibrate.

Satisfied with making the fandom go loco, she then threw her phone on the floor and crawled on top of his bed towards where he laid where she hovered slightly above him as she gazed at him heatedly, her eyes caressing the way his face looked so relaxed in slumber. As she bit her lower lip once her eyes reached the soft Cupid's bow curve of his lips, she then decided that it was finally time to wake him up.

Leaning down, she did what she had been wanting to do ever since she saw him roll over to his back. She kissed his jaw, making her way to his chin as she planted open-mouthed kisses along the way, his stubble tickling her cheeks and lips. He groaned and started to turn his head away just as she caught it gently in her grasp and continued waking him up with her hot kisses, her gyrating form on top of his also waking up the sleeping rod between his thighs.

She grinned against his skin when she felt him start to respond to her ministrations, knowing he was already awake when he started to thrust upwards unconsciously towards her, his arm snaking across her waist, locking her form to him. With his eyes still closed, he sought out her lips and as he moaned - he began to earnestly kiss her, morning breath be damned.

After a couple of minutes of hot, torrid and wet kisses - she gently pulled back and grinned just as he whispered, "Good morning, mahal."

Oh yes. It would definitely be one heck of a good morning.

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Unbeta'ed and not proofread as always.

Thank you for always reading 💛