Meant To Be Yours

8

I wrap my arms tighter around his waist, tucking my head under his chin.

He runs his hands up and down my spine, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "Good morning, Sweetheart."

"Morning," I mumble, muffled by his chest. "Time?"

"You really aren't a morning person, are you? It's already eleven." Sasha chuckles, sending vibrations through me.

I groan, "Whaddya mean already? This is early."

"Asmodeus, you're going to need to fix that sleep schedule of yours." He pinches my ribs lightly.

I wave him off, getting comfortable again and preparing to go back to sleep.

"Nope. No more sleeping, you can go to bed early tonight, but if you end up sleeping till 1 PM, school is going to be a nightmare tomorrow."

"It's your fault my jaw hurts so I need more sleep to heal, cause like it's your fault." I mumble, trying to make him accept my amazing logic.

Sasha grips my hair, pulling my head back.

I whine, "No no no, it's too early for this, I've been a good boy." I kept my eyes shut, fighting his grip so I could burrow back into him.

"No, good boys get up when someone tells them to." He strokes my cheek with one of his big hands.

I wrap my legs around him, "Shut up and stay still." I mutter, greedily sapping up every bit of warmth he'd give me.

He scoffs, "God, you're so disrespectful." He pulls me off of him, pushing my body away. "Go shower, after I'll give you all the attention you require."

"We can cuddle?" I whisper, fighting to move closer to him.

"Yes, Asmodeus, we can cuddle all you want."

"Fine." I throw off the covers, throwing my legs over the edge and groaning my legs are unsteady from the sudden weight.

"Love, I'll be here when you're done."

I'm secretly appreciative of the sickly sweet gesture, quickly scampering from my bedroom over to the bathroom across the hall.

***

I curse myself, dripping water all over the white tile.

"Sasha?" I yell, cracking the door open just enough for me to see my door.

I wrap an arm around my stomach, waiting impatiently.

"Hm?" He opens the door, walking over to the bathroom.

I quickly shut the door so he couldn't see in. "Towel, please?"

"Where?"

"Linen closet."

I hear rustling, a door opening and closing before he's merely an inch of wood away.

"Open up." He says, not giving me any other choice.

I quickly suck in slightly, grabbing my clothes to shield myself. I open the door, to see him looking rugged with a slight stubble and an open towel in his arm.

He reaches around my waist, wrapping it around me.

I flush, letting my head fall into his chest.

He runs a hand through my hair, nails slightly scratching my back. "You're very cuddly this morning, aren't you?"

I nod, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Go get dressed, Asmodeus."

"Okay." I agree, but don't move, staying still in his arms.