My Hero Rumi X OC Gambit: First Impression

chapter 9

“You’ll stay with me, right?”

Those were the words that Rumi had whispered to him as he carried her to her bed last night, in a voice that was as cute as it was tired. It as a siren’s call that had lured him under her covers where she had gone to sleep in a matter of moment’s clinging onto his chest. While he was wide awake his mind trying to figure out exactly what was happening. And in just one night there were a lot of things to digest.

Rumi was something else entirely. In just this first night she had spent a great amount of time touching him and stripping him of his shirt. Already the garment was lost somewhere to the side of her large and oh so comfortable bed with his jacket tossed somewhere behind the couch, joined with her own pajama top. And he was well aware that her Pajama pants had been kicked off at some point during the night, leaving her in little more than a matching pair of black underwear.

In terms of the physical part of their relationship, it felt like Rumi was strapping a rocket onto his back. He thumbed the lacy fabric of her underwear, his hand had been frozen there since Rumi had fallen asleep, he didn’t hate how fast it felt. It was kind of nice. Her not being the slightest bit nervous made his unease little more than an afterthought as he raced to keep up with her.

Then there was that kiss. All seven of them. The first one came out of nowhere, a chaste kiss on the lips because she was curious what his lips felt like. The second blindsided him as well, when she said she liked kissing him, she continued to assail him with five more kisses each one turning off his brain for just a moment as he felt the fires in his heart evaporating the sea of doubt he so often lost himself in.

The seventh kiss was the only one he initiated, it was a sweet kiss meant to say goodnight and goodbye to Rumi before she pulled him into her bed and used him as a pillow.

It was there that he had been frozen at her touch as time passed him by. Sunlight was already peaking out from Rumi’s thick curtains and he hadn’t even slept a wink, yet he couldn’t remember ever feeling so rested. Maybe he was asleep and this whole thing was a dream.

He was laying in bed with his  girlfriend, touching her bare skin in several places while she snored cutely. It was several kinds of amazing, and if this was what being in a relationship with Rumi was going to be like, well that’d be just great. As soon as he figured out how to actually fall asleep when she was using him as a pillow. Maybe it was because he was laying flat on his back? If he rolled over and actually hugged her he might be able to fall asleep better, but that just might be an excuse to touch her more? How much was he allowed to touch her? Was this already too much? Was it too little? She was touching him a lot, but she wasn’t touching him anywhere private.

Maybe if he just rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist that would be okay. It wasn’t even that he was uncomfortable, just hyper-aware of the woman sleeping next to him. And he really wanted to touch her some more. And maybe try kissing her. Would it be creepy to kiss her in her sleep? What about hugging her? Should he have refused her and gone home to his own bed? No, he wanted to be here.

With a silent yawn that popped his jaw twice, he felt his body finally relax. Eyelids heavy, limbs exposed to the chill summer air that made the thin blanket he was sharing with Nejire just feel perfect. He rolled over, wrapping a hand around Nejire’s waist and pulling her in tight. She mewled and readjusted herself still asleep, he pressed his lips against her forehead and was out like a light.

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“Wakey, wakey,” a soft voice lulled him out of his slumber as though he hadn’t even been asleep.

Something soft brushed against his lips restoring all the missing energy in his body and kick-starting his mind. He could feel her laughter dance on his lips. It was over far to soon and he chased after that feeling, leaning up and opening his eyes.