Pretty Little Liars Preferences

#9 Wearing His Clothes

Ezra:  You had this habit of stealing his clothes from his drawers. They always smelt like him, and it comforted you. You never bothered to ask however, seeing as you assumed he would just be fine with it. He was home from work, looking through his drawers with a furrowed brow. He turned to you, seeming to have gone through his entire shirt drawer, ''Where's that black t-shirt I have?'' he asked, to which you grinned cheekily. Instantly he smiled, coming over to you and tickling your side, ''you stole it you cheeky shit, didn't you?'' he laughed, peppering kisses over your face.

Caleb:  You were laying in bed, wrapped up in the covers in a pair of Caleb's boxers when he returned from his shower, walking into the bedroom and dropping his towel. He looked through his drawers for a pair of boxers, unaware that you had his favourite ''good luck'' pair on. He turned to you, covering his bits, and raising his brow, ''Excuse me babe, but can I please see which pair of my boxers you have stolen?'' he grinned, to which you shook your head. He reached in and pulled out a different pair, pulling them on before he straddled your body and started tickling you, ''give them back!''.

Toby: You had come to visit him as he traveled around one of the foreign countries with some co-workers - and it had been days since you'd last spent time together. The last time he was home, however, you had stolen one of his jumpers from his suitcase while he was in the shower, so that you could wear it while he was gone. It was nice to feel as though he had his arms around you as you slept - while he was a million miles away. After you'd gone up to the hotel room the two of you would be sharing, you placed your suitcase on the bed and started to unpack a little. That's when Toby noticed the jumper, his jaw dropping before he grinned, ''I've been looking for that for ages! That's it, I'm so gonna get you!'' he said, sending you running down the hall in a fit of giggles.

Jason: He never would mind if you would wear his clothes - but he would always appreciate it if you told him what you would be stealing when you stole it. But you'd forgotten to ask if you could have one of his t-shirts, and it so happened to be his favourite one. But after a little while you forgot you even had it. So everytime he asked you if you knew where it was - you honestly said no. When he returned home after work, he was putting his clothes away in the wardrobe. He was humming quietly as you sat in bed, waiting for him to come and cuddle you - when he turned around with the jumper in his hands, ''You said you didn't have it! You little liar.'' he grinned, slipping the jumper on and lifting the neckline to his nose. He inhaled and sighed, smiling, ''Smells just like you now'.'

Mike: He pressed a kiss to your temple, the two of you just chatting quietly about the past few months in which you hadn't seen each other face to face because of work. It wasn't too hard nowadays - the days moving quickly and skype and calling being easily accessible things for the both of you. Sure, you missed each other, but it wasn't so impossible to cope. He sighed and toyed with your shirt, ''I lost that grey jumper I had.'' he said with a pout, to which you laughed. He furrowed his brow as you moved from his arms and to the wardrobe, digging through your clothes until you pulled out the grey material, ''Nope. I just stole it.'' you grinned, slipping it over your head and torso before crawling back into bed with him. He shook his head and smiled, ''You're so cute babe''.