Leona's wife (real)

Leona's ears flicked occasionally at distant sounds outside, but he made no move to get up. Every time you shifted even slightly, his arms tightened around you for a second before relaxing again."

Tch. Stop moving around," he muttered, voice rough with sleep.

"I'm barely moving."

"Hm." The response was little more than a grumble. A moment later, his head settled more comfortably against your shoulder. Anyone else would have been shocked to see him like this.

The fearsome dorm leader who commanded respect with a glance was currently acting more like an oversized house cat than a prince. Not that Leona cared. His tail betrayed him completely, sweeping lazily across the bed.

"You know your tail is giving you away, right?" you teased. Immediately, the tail froze. "Dunno what you're talking about."

"Sure." A low rumble vibrated in his chest, not quite a laugh, not quite a growl. He buried his face further into your shoulder in a futile attempt to hide his expression.

The silence that followed was comfortable. Leona rarely admitted how much he enjoyed moments like these. There were no expectations, no responsibilities, no people demanding things from him. Just the steady sound of your breathing and the warmth of your presence beside him. Above him. Beneath him.

As long as your skin was touching his, he was fine with it.

His eyes drifted shut. "If anyone comes looking for me," he mumbled, already halfway asleep, "tell them to go away."

"You tell them, I'm going to sleep."

"Too much work." You rolled your eyes. A few seconds passed. Then a few more. Eventually, his breathing evened out completely.

The prince of Sunset Savanna had finally fallen asleep, tail twitching every so often despite his earlier denial. And even in sleep, one arm remained loosely wrapped around you, as though some instinct refused to let him drift too far away.