Bite the Bullet || Polly Gray x reader oneshots

Wakeup Call (!!!)

It was slow at first, sleep still heavy on your eyelids. Feeling hadn't yet returned to your face until you began feeling the lightest of the light kisses pressed to various parts of your face. A kiss here. A kiss there, trickling down from your forehead to your cheeks. You smiled softly as you realized a pair of arms were secure around you, holding you close to someone's chest–of course, though, this was the only way to wake you up in the morning if Polly didn't want you angry for the rest of the day.

Your eyes flutter open, your eyes meeting the white fabric of the down comforter over you. A hand holds your waist as you look up, your tired eyes meeting Polly's.

Her hand coming up to move your hair out of your face, she places a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Morning, sunshine."

You smile, stretching your arms over your head. You lean forward, peaking her on the lips, softly murmuring, "Morning." Your eyes dart around the room, realizing no light peaked through the heavy curtains. Through the darkness, your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "Pol, what time is it?"

Leaning on her elbow, she leans down, pressing more kisses to your face. "Around 6:30..."

You sit up abruptly, staring daggers down at her. "What?"

She follows suit, sitting up so she's eye level with you. Her hand laces with yours and she pulls you in for a kiss–a kiss which you promptly avoid. With her mouth agape, you stick your nose up at her. "No! I don't want your kisses!" You move from the bed, taking the knitted throw blanket from the end and wrapping it around you. "I'm sleeping on the sofa."

Polly gets up too, an amused look on her face as she blocks you from the door. "The maids are just going to wake you up in an hour when they get up too."

"Well an hour is fine by me," you grit, trying not to smile as you attempt to move past her. "Polly! Come on!"

She giggles at your failed effort, moving to take you in her arms.

You slip out of her grasp. "No! It's not even light out! I've barely even had a wink of sleep, no thanks to you!" As you step away she tries to grab you again, but still, you dodge her, giggling as you run around the room.

You run from her hold, evading vanities and armchairs by the fireplace. She follows you, swift on her feet as you round the bed, your opponent staying on the other side, the two of you breathless and smiling. The two of you standoff, your eyes darting between her and the closet. She notices, planning her next move and slowly stepping toward the foot of the bed. You try to move quickly but she mimics you and you move to your original position, giggling. Finally, you run from the bed, chased by Polly, squealing when she grabs you by the waist.

She picks you up as you thrash around, and throws you on the bed, the blanket slipping off you. Your hands are pinned to the side of your head as Polly straddles your lap, leaning down so your faces are only inches apart. "I'm sorry I woke you up, darling..." She grins as she presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"No you're not," you scoff, biting back a smile.

Her fingers tracing small circles in the palm of your hand, she smiles back down at you, aiming to press another kiss to your lips. "Yes I am."

You dodge the kiss, your eyes narrowing. "I have an idea where you can kiss me, and it's not on my lips."

"Oh, what a naughty girl you are," she chuckles. Her hands trail down to your night slip and pull it over your head. Her lips move to your cheeks. "Here?"

You sigh as she pulls away. "No."

"What about here?" she asks, moving to place a light kiss on the tip of your nose.