Hell's Best Bartender

Rest to Cuddles

You slept hard on the ride home.  So hard you didn't notice the rumble of the car engine stop.  Your surroundings changed while you were asleep.  Your face was pressed into a plush, grey pillow.  Heavy covers hugged you on top of a firm mattress.  Realizing you were in a bed, you quickly sat up and looked around.
The bedside table closest to you held two phones, a cup of water, and a lamp.  Your phone was plugged into a charger.  All of your clothes were still on apart from your shoes, which sat next to the bed you were in.  There was a large closet to your left and a picture window to your right.  A work desk sat in front of the window accompanied by wine-red curtains, tied back to see the night of the Pride Ring.  Boris was nowhere to be found.
You stepped onto dark oak wood floors and cautiously opened the bedroom door.  It opened out to a short hallway with a couple more rooms, one being a bathroom right across from you.  A soft glow from downstairs illuminated the stairwell, inviting you to take a look.
Everything was dark except for the TV, quietly mumbling words from a show you had never seen before.  In front of it was a couch with a familiar cow-like tail hanging from it.  You silently crept up to the couch and looked at him.
Boris was fast asleep on the couch, wearing nothing but sweatpants.  He was stretched out on his back like a lion.  His snore was soft, almost sounding like a purr.  You didn't notice it before since he wore sleeves, but his right arm had a tattooed sleeve of intricate patterns and blooming roses.
You couldn't help but stare at his torso.  Damn, he was fit.  But you were also realizing how creepy this was.  You were standing over someone sleeping in their own house, admiring how he looked.  It's not like you were in danger or anything.  Boris respected your boundaries.  He even let you have his entire bed.  So why are you standing here staring at him?  He was hot, that's why.  But it's still kinda creepy.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?" his tired voice asked.
You quickly stepped back a bit, your face flushed with embarrassment.  Boris chuckled and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"I'm sorry," you mumbled.
"It's okay. Not the first time someone's checked me out," he joked, "How are you feeling?"
"Good. Uh...where are we?" you asked.
"This is my house. When we got back, you were so asleep I couldn't wake you up. So I just brought you back here," Boris explained, "I slept down here cause I figured you wouldn't be comfortable being in the same bed as someone you met a day ago,"
You sighed in relief knowing he didn't take advantage of the situation, but you had to wonder why you weren't the one on the couch.
"Why are you sleeping down here though?" you asked.
"The couch isn't necessarily the most comfortable place to sleep. It would be rude of me if I let you sleep down here," he explained.
"But you should be sleeping in your bed,"
"Are you suggesting I sleep with you? Because I'm not letting you sleep on the couch,"
You paused as Boris looked down at you.  He was completely serious.  He had a look on his face that screamed 'gotcha bitch'.  You both sat silently in the living room together as you were unsure of what to say.
"Your call, sweetheart," Boris said with a smug smile.
After a few moments, you sigh.
"Come on," you said, climbing the stairs.
"Are you sure?" Boris asked, following behind you.
"I'm not letting you sleep on your couch," you said.
Boris shrugged as he followed you.
You returned to your side of the bed and began to climb in.
"If you like, I could lend you a shirt so you can change into something more comfortable," Boris said, walking over to his closet.
He pulled out a blank white shirt and handed it to you.
"Are you sure?" you asked.
"Of course. It's just a shirt, and it'll be oversized on you since you're so short," Boris said.
"I'm short? That's easy for you to say when you're like, seven feet tall," you replied, crossing your arms.
"Seven foot five, darling," he corrected.
"Same difference,"
You rolled your eyes and reluctantly took the shirt.  You went to the bathroom before undressing.  The shirt was soft and sat on you like a dress.  Gathering all your clothes, you walked back to the room to see Boris sitting on his bed.
"If you want, you can just toss your clothes in the corner," he mentioned.
You carefully left your clothes balled up on the floor and nervously got in bed.  There was a good bit of space between you and him.  Boris leaned over and kissed you on the cheek.
"Good night, precious," he said softly.
You both laid down under the covers; his back faced you as you heard him let out a comfortable sigh.  It felt...off...being this way.  Like you both got into a fight and he was mad at you.
You carefully slid your arm across the sheets, just enough to let your hand touch his back.
"Would you like to be closer?" you heard him ask.
"Maybe...just a little," you replied nervously.
Boris turned over, brushing your hand against his firm chest.  His hand hooked around your waist and pulled you into a cuddle.    His head rested on top of yours burying your face into his chest.
His hand rubbed gentle circles on your back as he whispered, "Is this okay?"
You nodded and wrapped your hand around him.
Boris resumed his soft purr of a snore, aiding your fall to sleep.