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05 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌

ANGST/FLUFF.

   BORIS STIFLED UNDERNEATH YOU, pulling you closer into his chest and wrapping his arms around your body tighter; squeezing you. the two of you were lying together on the couch, parting your distance from the fireplace crackling in-front of you. it was reaching quite late at night, and the two of you were prone to grasp to one another at such times. you had school early in the following morning, but knew that boris would refrain from letting you go as he never attended quite frequently; you didn't mind though, you were bright in school and knew more than most of the kids even when you didn't show up.

"you still cold, baby?" boris whispered, lips pressing against your head as he ran his right hand up and down your back, fingers rubbing your skin gently. you had only a bralette and boris' sweats on, due to the fact that you liked skin to skin contact; it made you feel more connected than if you were to have clothes on. boris was always warm, which was surprising being that he would wear little amount of clothing around the house, and to the fact that he's so scrawny. you were the opposite, constantly cold even when you bundled up in clothing and blankets. winter was approaching, which wouldn't help you due to the fact of the steady, perpetual cold furthering in the weather. but, it made the two of you more than a perfect match in light of the fact.

you nuzzle your face further into the crook of his neck and hum against his skin, "hmm, yeah kinda." you lift your head and press your mouth to the skin of his neck to kiss him with your purple lips. "sheesh, printcessa! lips 'er cold!" he spoke, jerking his face away from you. you giggle and smile against him, kissing him in more than one place to make him itch. boris pushes you from his body and holds you by your shoulders so that you were only touching him by straddling his waist. "don't do that! 'er givin' me goosebumps!" he said, slightly raising his voice. you try to free yourself from the grasp he had upon you, but had no luck; he was at a far more advantage than you were.

he finally complied to let you lay back down atop him, and grabbed a black ragged blanket that was hanging off the side of the couch to throw on top of your chilled body. it wasn't the warmest inside, sometimes it was hard to pay for the heating bill in the winter because of the chilling temperatures it would reach, so some months you had no heat inside and relied on the fireplace and blankets to keep you warm; but you relied on each other the most. it wasn't a rare occurrence to find the two of you cuddled up together for even a entire day at end. you were both excessively sympathetic and fed off of each others energy in light of that.

you soon regained your warmth - in grace to boris, and proposed the idea of watching a film on the tv poorly propped atop the fireplace. "don't know if we have any channels paid for, my love." boris spoke, sadness lacing through his raspy voice. he was ashamed that the two of you were living so poorly, and the guilt never left his body. running through his mind, his skin, and his veins perpetually. you smile against him and lift yourself from his balmy body, "we can see what we have, don't stress baby it's okay."

you reach for the remote on the scratched, wooden coffee table in-front of the couch. the remote is held between your nimble fingers as you scroll through the channels, most of them being grey (displaying that they weren't paid for). boris chews on the side of his cheek, embarrassed that he cant even afford to have cable television for the two of you. having tv was the least of your problems, and you both knew that. it was rare for you to sit down and watch tv, but sometimes there wasn't any motivation to do much other - so you turned to this. two channels, one after the other were lit blue. a reality program, and a christmas movie - home alone to be specific. your shoulders release a bit of tension that you didn't know you were holding. your fingers press the buttons labeled with the numbers 258 on the remote, and you watch as home alone broadcasted to your tv.

shockingly, this happened to be one of boris' favourite movies. it brought back memories of when he was a child and watched it with his family during christmas holidays. you looked down at boris, his eyes drawn to the program playing on the tv. you smile weakly and release a breath of air, bending down to place a kiss to his cold lips. you fix yourself back on top of his body and lay on his chest, regaining the warmth of what was once there before. "i love you so much, you know that right." you whisper, hearing his heartbeat pulse through his chest. boris pulls the blanket back up to your shoulders and tucks it around you, lightly wrapping his arms around your body to create a sense of security. "you will never be capable of loving me as much as i love you, y/n."

your lips quiver for a mild second as you feel your heart expand, filling with the utter respect and affection he shows you. you nuzzle your face farther into his chest and exhale, recapturing the comfortability you commonly feel while around him. boris began to run his hand through your hair, playing with the strands of colour resting on your shoulders until you simultaneously fell asleep in his arms.