#24 – Fluff: “You look really cute in that sweater.”
It was early in the morning. The sun was barely peeking out over the horizon, but her rays were already shining brightly into his amber eyes through the open window. The large man moaned out softly and turned in his spot in the massive bed as his battle-worn hands slowly reached out for his lover. He only got the cold sheets instead of your warm body.
Grunting a bit, the large man sat up slowly to stretch and moan and grunt and groan while he rubbed any traces of sleep from his eyes. His muscles and bones ached from years of harsh training and doing his best to protect the prince from danger.
Running his meaty fingers through his dark brown mullet, his jaw tightened a bit while sleep pulled at his eyes once more.
Ignoring sleep’s beautiful lies and promises, he had pushed himself out of the warm bed to only be graced with a cold breeze that had been set into the house thanks to the open windows.
He quickly forced the window down with a grunt and locked it in place before closing the curtains and wandering around in the room. He was looking for his sweater he had placed on the chair last night, but it was gone. Shrugging it off, he simply walked out of the room with it completely tossed out of his mind by the time he passed the doorframe.
He checked the bathroom: No sign of you.
The office and library: Not a single trace of his lover.
The backyard and flower beds: Nothing.
He was now padding down the hallways of the home, his lips pressed into a thin line until something had reached his nose.
Coffee. Warm, fresh coffee that just made his bones seem to relax and slacken inside of him while his brain decided to take a small trip to somewhere else. A cup or two of warm coffee with you sounded amazing right about now.
He quickened his steps to the kitchen to only have his jaw drop slightly and his messy eyebrows perk up a bit upon seeing you.
He found his missing sweater: It was on you. It didn’t even bother to cling to you, instead, it simply sat on your shoulders and hung off of you loosely while you stood in front of the coffee machine. You seemed to be half asleep as the mugs in your hands nearly slipped out of them from time to time, but you woke up just in the knick of time to catch them.
The large man chuckled and slowly walked up behind you and leaned down to press a warm kiss to your neck, his chapped lips scratching the soft skin a bit,
“You look really cute in that sweater,” he growled seductively in your ear as his large hands crept under the sweater to grab at your hips.
24. You look really cute in that sweater for Gladio? 😸😸
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