Lachlan looked around for a blanket or something else warm. The giant's eyes fell onto one of his hoodies sitting on the side table. He reached for it and yanked it when a disgruntled squeak stopped him.
"Pret?" Lachlan asked.
"I was sleeping," Pret complained, peering over the lip of the hoodie.
The hoodie was positioned in such a way that the small human could lay in the hoodie while sticking her head outside of the head hole area. The hood part of the hoodie was pulled over her like a blanket, and one of the sleeves was sprawled over her too.
Lachlan broke out into a deep purr over the sight of her and a smirk crossed his features. "I thought ye said takin' yer boyfriend's hoodie was a dumb, cliché relationship thing fer lil boys and naïve girls."
Pret merely glared at him.
"Admit it," Lachlan pressed, "Ye wanted m'hoodie."
"Shut up, giant," Pret huffed.
"Does it smell like me? Does it make you feel like ye're close t'me? Does it make ye warm and fuzzy inside?" Lachlan cooed.
"No," Pret snapped, "It's swelteringly hot."
"Alright. Then if ye dun' mind, can I have m' hoodie back?" Lachlan asked smugly, "I'm cold."
Pret frowned. "Fuck off, giant. You know I want it."
"But I thought ye said-"
"I will cut you," Pret warned.
"So does it smell like me and make ye feel close t'me, and give ye all those warm fuzzies?" Lachlan cooed.
Pret rolled her eyes and didn't meet his gaze. "Yes."
Lachlan smirked.
"Don't look so smug. You're not getting it back."
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Giant (G/T) One-Shots
FantasyThese are a collection of short stories, flash fiction, and one-shots about giants. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- This collection is frequently added onto. :) I have more g/t on my page, including "RoomHates," "You Know You Love...
