Persistent Dreams - Hawks x Reader (PAUSED)

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Alright, fine, I'll give you guys some fluff. You've earned it.

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Blinking golden eyes open to meet your adorable sleeping face. Hawks blinks a couple more times, making sure you won't disappear once his still lethargic self wakes up. When you don't vanish into thin air after a few seconds, his thin lips form a circle, but no sound escapes past them.

His body tenses, feathers hastily gathering to the wings on his back, ridding your bed from splashes of red here and there. His feathers decided to settle on your bed while you slept, and since he was unconscious, he had no control over them as they scattered on your mattress, making him awfully aware of your body heat, your heart and your soft, sleepy breaths.

Keigo's breath hitches when you shift in your sleep. He was almost up and out of your embrace when you decided to twitch, making him freeze and hold his breath. Sighing in relief when you don't, he turns his body, feet touching the cold floor.

A shudder runs through him, the small wings on his back quivering. His body clock had him up bright and early. It was both a curse and a blessing, especially when he was too exhausted to set an alarm for the next day. Well, in this case, it was a curse.

...or not?

Considering the fact that he had to get to work early for... An important business meeting, this worked in his favor.

On the other hand, sleeping with you in his arms felt fucking fantastic, and he's fighting all sense and reason to not crawl back in your bed.

His heart races at the thought.

The events from last night are still very fresh in his memory– the almost rejecting you thing and all. His chest ached at that memory.

You are now officially partners. You are his girlfriend, and he is your boyfriend. You have established a relationship.

His stomach twists, and he doesn't know if it is from his need to eat breakfast or because he's filled with euphoria. Breathing out slowly, a hand covers his mouth as heat rises to his face. His eyes widen, disbelief etching into his expression. He actually did it.

It wasn't a dream...

The smile that spreads on his face almost takes him by surprise. Keigo nervously glances back at you. Still smiling, his eyes soften to see you asleep, features relaxed not a single wrinkle in sight.

He gulps. Wings wanting to start flapping wildly, he wills them to stay still. Taking a deep breath, the avian scoots close to your side, leaning over and leaving a rather hesitant kiss on your cheek.

He doesn't know how this works– but he's seen enough movies to know that a kiss on the cheek is an affectionate act. Smiling gently, Hawks brushes some strands of hair away and behind your ear, thumb caressing your cheek.

Your face is warm, much like your body. He can feel your heat through his hand and his feathers. His eyes fall on your marked neck. Marked. By him. Shit.

He sees the purples, the reds. In his now, a bit more sane mind, they look the tiniest bit exaggerated. He might have gone a bit too far. That's what the human part of his brain thinks. But there's a strange sense of pride that fills him when knowing that people will look at you and know you are claimed. Claimed by him.

Inhaling sharply, Hawks pulls away from your body. Shaking his head, and sitting up at the edge of your bed, he reminds himself to take it slow. He played "hard to get" last night for a lot of reasons— and these reasons won't magically disappear just because you offered a few solutions. They do help, sure, and it's nice to know you're very accepting and willing to overcome the obstacles together, they're still there, and they will be clouding his mind for a while...