everlong

love will tear us apart

Kurts bloodshot eyes slowly opened. He squinted at the painful sunlight that leaked in through the windows. He felt Julia's warm body against his chest, and her light snoring sending vibrations through him.

All the guilt and remorse piled up once again as he stared at her face. He couldn't recover from the way he had acted. His heart was heavy as he loathed himself. "Hey, Jules." He whispered, gently shaking her.

She woke up, quicker than Kurt had. Her aqua marine eyes shot open, quickly staring into Kurts, which were the same pool of blue.

"Hi," She muttered, sitting up. His hands traveled to her face, holding it. He planted a kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Julia." He said abruptly, beginning to kiss all over her face.

She giggled and tipped her head back. "I love you more." She said, smiling up at him. He began to kiss her lips, his arms wrapped around her waist. A sensation of relief and relaxation washed over her as their kiss grew deeper, and more passionate.

He gently pushed her back into the mattress, pinning her dainty wrists above her blonde head. She exhaled, tipping her head back to give Kurt more room as he planted hickeys along her neck. He suddenly stopped, earning a whimper of disappointment from Julia. He chuckled and raised her arms up, removing her grey hoodie. His eyes moved down to her chest, a flicker of urge in them.

The two worked to undress one another, before Kurt pressed her wrists above her head once again. She bit her lip as his hot breath inched down her chest and stomach, moving closer to the ache buried between her thighs. She felt his lips sweetly kissing the inside of her upper thigh. His hands were now pinning her waist down. Her breathing was unsteady as her desire grew more present.

"Kurt, please..." She asked, her voice weak with desperation. He smiled smugly, before finally hitting the spot Julia had been wanting him to find. A gasp emitted from her mouth. Although she had been expecting it, the pleasure was still breathtaking.

She grasped his tangled hair, letting out a soft moan as his mouth continued to pleasure her. Her mind was scrambled, her lips unable to form any words.

Her muscles grew more and more tense as the pleasure increased. Kurts nails were digging into her skin as he licked her. She threw her head back, her voice trembling as she moaned. Her vision was bleary, her breaths rugged and urgent as she felt herself coming closer to an orgasm.

It finally came, a toe curling, blinding orgasm.

Once she had finished cussing and tugging at his hair, Kurt rose up, and positioned his bottom half in between her legs. He leaned forward, kissing her lips. She was still catching her breath, a smile spread across her face.

She still was ready for more.

He gently pushed himself inside of her. His dirty blonde hair tickled her collarbone as he pushed in and out, his lips lazily pressed up against her shoulder. She bit down on her lip, suppressing a moan.

Kurt, on the other hand, wasn't holding back. His groans and grunts were present as his speed and pressure intensified. He couldn't stop himself.

He was in euphoria.

She finally surrendered, letting out a loud gasp as he hit her G-Spot. Her nails scratched at his back as he made love to her, trying to ease the pain from last night. He grunted even louder than before, his peak approaching fast.

"Shit, Jules, I'm so close.." He panted, his words coming out in desperate gasps. She brought her hand to his scruffy cheek, rubbing it gently. His mouth formed into an o shape, and his eyes almost popped.

He hadn't felt such intense pleasure in a long time, and Julia felt the same. She followed Kurt, and came soon after he did. After that, they were a sweaty jumble of limbs, tangled in the sheets.

Julia was happy, but there was still one thing on her mind.

Kurts proposal.

They had left things open ended, and she just wanted to mend everything, and actually discuss what would happen if she moved to Washington with Kurt.

"Kurt, we need to talk." She said, hugging the sheet around her body, and sitting up. His heart sank. But he nodded, and too sat up. "About what?" He asked, but truthfully, he already knew. It was about Washington.

"About Washington," she paused, and sighed, dread heavy. "I don't know what to do, Kurt. It would be a waste to quit to just let go of everything I've worked at, but life in Washington would be peaceful too.." She explained. He didn't get mad, or have a reaction. He simply tried to put himself in her shoes.

"And then what about our friends, or Frances?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. He suddenly thought about the promise he had made once she was born, he wouldn't give her up for anything, not even a love as strong as his with Julia. He had sworn himself to be a father, not just a dad.

Tears prickled his eye lashes. The upsetting realization had presented itself. The realization that the timing simply wasn't right, and that they were stuck in the so called "city of angels." She quickly took notice to the tears that glistened on his gaunt face.

"Oh, Kurt..." She cooed, throwing her arms around him. Her hands massaged circles into his bony back as he let himself cry into her soft, golden hair. His display of agony made her feel even more torn up inside.

"This just isn't a good time for us Kurt, but we'll get our chance, some day."

He managed a weak, nasally response.

"Yeah, some day."