You’ve woken up to things disappearing your bed.
Blankets kicked off in favour of the cold, plushies dropped off after a particular rough dream, even your own body hanging precariously off the edge as well.
You’ve… never woken up with something appearing to your bed before. Illuminated by the gentle morning light, there was a man fast asleep by your side, face tucked into the curve of your neck. Leona Kingscholar, of the Sunset Savana.
Each soft breath he takes, tickles your bare skin. His arms thrown over your waist, putting you right next to him. He’s opted to go shirtless, the jeans he favours still on his legs, unbuckled for a mere semblance of comfort… and is that your jacket he’s wearing?
As you stay there blinking in disbelief, you fail to notice a pair of groovy emerald eyes blinking to life, regarding you with a rather grumpy stare.
“What’cha waking up so early for, herbivore? It’s ya’ birthday, y’know.”
Leona’s jaws split open in a yawn, the edge of his fangs barely scraping against your collarbone.
“You can afford a lil’ more sleep, birthday kid.”
Jolting up, you push Leona’s arms off you, nearly shrieking in surprise. Feline ears flickering in annoyance, Leona props himself up with a singular arm, shooting you a judge mental stare.
“What’s all the fuss about, herbivore?”
Frantically, you point at him, before back at yourself, eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal.
“HOW DID YOU GET IN? WHY- MY BED? MY JACKET? SHIRTLESS?”
Unknown to you, Leona’s tail gently pokes its way in between your thighs, wrapping around the plush of one of your legs, as the ghost of a smirk dances across Leona’s lips.
“Consider it a… ah, birthday gift, from me. Aren’t ya so grateful, waking up in the same bed as me?”
Raising an eyebrow, you regard Leona with the most serious stare you could muster. Unfortunately, the corners of your lips seemed rather intent on curving upwards. Curse you, lovesick heart!
“That’s called breaking and entering, Leona.”
He shrugs, before plopping back onto the mattress. But not without his arms snaking around your torso, pulling you back under the covers with him.
“Nahh, not if you like me. It’s called visiting, then.” He purrs, running his fingers down the length of your spine.
“Besides. I like your room. Smells just like ya, y’know. I do like you, after all.”
While you’re still blinking with the shock of Leona admitting the fact that he not only tolerates your company, but he actually likes you, he’s clicking his tongue at your spellbound expression.
Fingers pressing firmly into your jawline, Leona drags your face closer to his, capturing your lips with a rather long, passionate kiss that had every one of your five senses melting from pure joy.
He pulls away, licking his lips.
“I’ve got more planned for ya, but for now… I think lying down with you ain’t the worst way to spend the day. Happy birthday, Nemi.”
HI HAPPY BIRTHDAY SORRY THIS WAS RUSHED I HOPE YOU LIKE IR AND WE TALK MORE IN THE YEARS TO COME HEHEHE
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sorry i kept this in my drafts for a while.... i wanted to keep rereading it heheh
if u can turn words into a family heirloom, it would be this but i dont plan on having children so uh.....ANYWAYS. I LOVE THIS DEARLY.
CERU U ARE SO VERY PRECIOUS MUTUAL TO ME EVEN THO I AM VERY MUCH AWKWARD AT SOCIALIZING AND VERY MUCH A LURKER