his muse ; reader imagines

A small bed ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT (protected sex and oral sex- female receiving-)

~

It was so cold in the room. Those stupid wooden thin walls never actually isolated the building from the cold. Funny how the headmaster seemed to have money to donate to the Mayor's campaign but none to invest in the infrastructure she herself was managing. The bedroom was way too large and the ceiling way too high for the mere thermostat to be enough to fight the cruel Jericho's cold.

You could hear Edvin's low snoring coming from the opposite side of the room. You wondered how she did it, how she could fall asleep with this temperature. Maybe it had something to do with her nature, and if that was it, you wished for a moment to have been born a werewolf too. Able at least to close your eyes without the fear you'll freeze to death in your sleep keep you from doing so. you sighed. there was no way you were gonna do it.

The alarm on the nightstand indicated the time. 3:46, plastered in red lightning, the only thing illuminating the room besides the sheer light coming from outside, the moon still emanating her immortal glow through the branches. The howling of the wind seemed almost sinister, as it infiltrated from the window.

You gripped the blanket and wrapped it around yourself, sitting up on the bed. There had to be something you could do right? You intently thought about it, as the cold spread itself all over your body. They were no more blankets, so that was a no. there was hot tea in the kitchen, but that meant stepping outside, where the cause of your suffering had originated, not to mention you were still going to have to come back to this infernal room after, so that was another no.

The gears in your brain were desperately operating, trying hard to find a solution, but it seemed the temperature had compromised also them, not just your body, which was now trembling, as the only one they could find was the first one you had thought of, but had deliberately discarded. It's not like it was a bad idea, he would have said yes, you knew. there was just something about it that didn't convince you, a feeling or, better even, a presentiment, that made you doubtful on whether it was a good idea either. But you didn't have time to think about it as you slipped through the door, glancing one last time, at that shadow-filled space.

The sound resonated through the whole corridor as your knuckles met the door's hardwood. Silence filled it just moments after. It's not like you were expecting a prompt reply, or one at all for that matter. Light footsteps echoed in your ears just before the doorknob turned.

"Y/n?" Xavier whispered, his voice still hoarse and full of sleep, "I know, I'm sorry. can I come in?" He frowned, visibly confused, "Uhh, sure" "Thanks" you immediately sneaked in.

He closed the door and leaned on it, still incredibly perplexed, "Did-did something happen?" "No, nothing like that" You smiled, "I just-" you bit your lip nervously as you looked up at him, "I can't sleep in my room. It's too cold"

"Oh" he exhaled relieved, calming you with him, "I didn't know where else to go. I'm sorry. I can go if you want" you said, realizing just now how crazy you must look. Showing up to his room at 4 in the morning trembling and without shoes on.

"Shit you're freezing" he noticed, immediately taking his bed's blanket and walking up to you. He was silent as he gently wrapped it around you, his hands remaining on your arms once you had gripped it. "Thanks" "Don't worry" he shook his head. A sincere expression spread over his face, and you let yourself stare at it, loving the way he was doing the same.

"So, can I stay here?" you asked again, "Of course" he said, looking offended by the fact you even had to ask. He glanced at his bed, an eyebrow-raising itself, "There's only one thing" he offered you an apologetic smile, "There's only one bed. Rowan's old one doesn't have any blankets"