Big Hero 6: Spills and Chills

Chapter 1: Orientation

THE MORNING graced him, gaining an angry grunt as it brought an abrupt halt to his trance-like sleep. Its rays seeped through the dark blinds, the objects in the room gleaming in their presence. He turned his head, a smile growing on his face as he set his eyes on her. She had scruffy hair splayed over her face, petite nose and lips that parted slightly.

The very thought humoured him as he looked at her, a question beckoning. Was she the tall, intimidating girl he had met a year ago? Things had changed so quickly and now she was his girlfriend. She somehow seemed smaller now that they were the same height and the look on her face planted several childish ideas in his mind, pinching her nose being the foremost among them.

He placed a light kiss on her forehead, the soft touch rousing her from sleep.

"Oh, it's just you." GoGo's eyelids lowered, a smile stifled behind a feigned glare, "wake me when this is over." She turned.

"I should probably be saying that instead." Hiro crossed his arms, laying his head on them.

"Oh, really?" a smirk grew on her face, obscured as she looked at him over her shoulder.

"I dunno," he turned to her, a cupped hand holding his head up, "Maybe my life's so good now it feels like a dream."

"What kind of dream?"

"You tell me."

He placed a hand on her hip, cuddling up to her and gaining a smile that broke through her façade. She turned her head, leaning into him as she returned the kiss, planting it on his lips. He hummed, his eyes pointing to the ceiling as he feigned an expression of deep thought.

"Maybe another?" he gained a sly smile from her.

She kissed him again, an odd look forming in his expression as they parted.

"Nah, it's a nightmare." He shook his head playfully.

She pushed him, part of her expecting him to fall off the bed. He sat up, a chuckle emanating from him as he bent over and stretched his arms with interlocked fingers.

She turned on her back, a warm smile gracing her as she trailed her small hand on his. The scars littered all over, its newly muscled tone sparking a reminiscent feeling in her. They had been through a lot.

"What time is it?" he stooped, a blank look on his face.

"Oh, crap," she quickly sat up, "we're late."

"How do you know?"

"Check the clock," she picked up a shirt.

He turned to the bedside table, surprise dilating his eyes as he set them on the clock.

"10am?"

"Yeah, we gotta move." She got off the bed, buttoning the shirt.

He got out as well, putting on a pair of boxers. A turn to her drew a smirk from him.

"Uh, that's my shirt."

Her eyes widened, a look at her chest proving that what he said was true.

"Oh." She hastily unbuttoned it.

"Heh, didn't think you'd do that." He chuckled, "You look so cute in it."

She growled and threw the shirt at him, his resultant laugh annoying her even more. She fished a gown out of the wardrobe and he picked up his clothes.

"I'm gonna need a quick shower." She fastened her robe.

"Yeah, you will." He put the shirt on.