YAELOKRE

"Its clothes.." 10

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"What am I gonna change into I have no clothes. Well, no clean clothes. Unless you ate the clothes I came in." You say with a chuckle, sitting on the bed.

"You do. You can have my clothes. I have way too many. Do you wanna wear my favorite outfit?" He questions, you tense immediately.

"Why would I wear your favorite outfit? If it's your favorite.. why don't you wear it?" You ask, tilting your head to the side waiting for his explanation.

"Because I wanna see it on you." He murmurs with a frown, looking a bit shameful for asking. You turn red when you hear his words, seeing his head hang a little you immediately pull him into a tight hold, kissing his head as you rub and scratch his upper back.

When you hear him giggle, you realize he was tricking you. He wasn't upset, he just wanted affection. "Cheeky bastard." You murmur. What are you? A Brit? Go back to England with ur crumpets smh.

"I'm not cheeky!" He whines back, slipping from your grip out of spite as he walks over to the closet, humming as he reaches through the closet, grabbing the outfit.

"Here.. I'll change after you." He says as he turns around, covering his eyes. Thankfully he wasn't 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and actually gave you peace, humming to not hear the rustle of the fabric, wanting to ensure your comfort.

He soon turned around, just as you pulled the shirt down. He admired how it looked on you, how it was snug and loose at all the right places.

Cough GYATTTTT cough 😇

His eyes wander around your body, taking in how utterly adorable you look in his clothes. "I love you so much my Angel.." he murmurs, reaching out and pulling you tight into his arms, softly kissing your head.

You smile, hugging him back as your arms gently lay around his waist, your nose gently nuzzling into the crook of his neck. As he takes in your soft, warm outside scent he can't help but hold you just a bit tighter.

"You make me so tired.." he whispers. It wasn't because of any sort or boredom, much less disliking spending time with you, it was your scent.

The way you so gently and tenderly spoke to him, how your scent was so warm it was like being hugged by a simple smell. How your soft hands rubbing his back lightly put him in a trance, how simply feeling your arms around him made him so tired he could pass out immediately.

"Is that comfortable enough to sleep in? Or.. pajamas?" He asks. It was only 17:45 (5:45 pm), why would he be asking that now?

"We only woke up a few hours ago.." you comment. Frankly, this was insanely comfortable. Like.. really comfortable.

"Uhm, this is good." You reply, letting out a sigh at his childish and needy antics. He nods, flopping on the bed as he rolls over on his side, opening his arms wide for you.

It's hard to not let out a chuckle as you lay down, rolling into his arms as you wrap them around him, one under his head to act like a pillow, one around his waist, gently scratching and rubbing his back.

The second you touched him it was like lights out.
One arm made it around you, the other immediately entangles in your hair.

"How the fuck is ur slow ass so tired we've been awake like 9 hours." Is what you wanted to say to his sleeping body, but you refrained. It was a little mean sounding so instead, you place a small kiss to his cheek.

"I hate how precious you are." You whisper. He's like a cat; yk when they're so cute you wanna squeeze them? Yeah that's pretty much everyone's reaction when it comes to Kingsley.

As you squeeze him just a tad bit, let lets out a whine as if he's a balloon being violated. Except we don't get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 around here.

You 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴. Little 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 of nature. (I'm sorry I'm so obsessed with that stupid font it's so funny to me)

As you heard his faint snoring, his legs tangling with yours like too many necklaces being worn at once. You let a sigh out, kissing his barely open lips as you nuzzled your nose against his.

"You're my angel." You murmur before nuzzling into his shoulder, a smile appearing on your face. His scent was like.. a mix of mildew and soap. Like that almost scent less bar of soap ur grandma has that nobody uses? Yeah that.

But like, in his case it's cute because he's just a sillly boy who wants to love you you can't be mad at that he's too precious. And pretty.

Heaven bless it I wanna bite him so badly. You reach down, biting his cheek lightly and give him a kiss once more, hoping to not wake him.

Thankfully he's like a log and just sleeping, like what the fuck tuckered you out?? Socializing?? bc he's like a 2 y/o istg. But either way, you soon get tired as well.

The sleepy and soft breaths of his gentle heart beat, the warm air leaving his mouth occasionally, his soft hair in your hands, how he grips onto you tighter with every small movement you make.. everything about it was so precious.

But not only precious, it was making you exhausted. Not in a bad way, more of a "I'm glad to feel safe enough around you to sleep without fear."

Soon, you bury your head in his shoulder, softly sighing as you took in his scent once more before falling dead asleep, your heavy breathing softening into gentle snores.

Clémmie comes into the room as Perrine had sent her to see if they were hungry. Seeing you two curled up together sleeping, she smiles.

She takes a step forward, reaching out as she gently pets your hair before walking off with a quiet hum.