Sleeping with Taiga- "Warming up His Bed"
Based on Voiceline:
“H-How?”
“Hey, go warm up my bed for me.”
“What do you mean how?” He bumps his shoulder into yours, pushing you into his room. “Get in there, dumbass.”
Awkwardly, you climb unto his bed.
He doesn't join you immediately.
Instead you hear the bathroom door shut. Then, the sound of water running.
You stare at the rippled grey sheets that you lay upon. Heart pounding for absolutely no reason.
The water stops. The door opens. Footsteps approach.
You feel cold droplets hit your back.
You look up to see Taiga peering down at you. Shirtless with his hair damp, and a towel wringed lazily around the neck.
“Move over.”
You do as you’re told, quickly rolling to the far edge of the bed.
“G-Goodnight.”
You start to slide off the mattress. But a hand grabs your wrist.
“Who said you could leave?”
You look back slowly. “I’ve warmed up your bed, haven't I? I can’t do more than that.”
He tugs your arm, making you fall back onto the soft mattress.
By the time you open your eyes, he's already leaning over you. Hands planted beside your head. His knees, locking your hips in place. He wears the grin of a prankster, who's already decided on his next victim.
“W-What are you doing?” You manage a panicked whisper.
His jagged smile spreads across his face.
“There’s more than one way to warm up a bed, Kitty-cat.”
Your heart slams against your ribs.
He leans closer.
You clench your hands.
Closer.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
His breath brushes your lips.
“Taiga!”
He suddenly flops down beside you.
“Gyahaha. Look at that face. What were you thinkin about?” You clutch your chest, checking if you’re still alive.
"How about you wear a shirt?"
“T-Taiga, don’t ever do that again.” He doesn’t respond. Instead he rolls on his side and locks you in his arms, dragging your back against his chest.
"I'm cold."
"No."
You wait a few more seconds.
“Can I go home now?” You mumble.
“No. You stay.” He slurs his word, half-asleep. “You have to wake me up tomorrow anyway.”
“Huh? You never said mpf–” He places his hand over your mouth for a split second.
“Shut up. I’m going to sleep.” He snuggles his forehead against your spine and tightens his hold.
You sigh.
He’s always making commands based on his emotions. No logic. No warning. It’s difficult to keep up.
You decide to leave once he’s asleep.
…
That never happened.
By morning, you awake right next to him in the same position, on the same bed.
