Yearn

Chapter Nine

My eyes slowly flutter open. Where am I? I sit up straight with a start, looking around franticly. My legs are sore and my eyes feel crusty. "Stan?" I call out, only to find my voice is hoarse. What time is it? I pick up my phone, that's thankfully being charged (Stan, that boy. Bless his ever loving soul), from the night stand and turn it on. It's three in the morning. God damn.

I place my phone down with a sigh, calming down. I'm at Stan's house. Thank god. Speaking of which, I hear the connected bathrooms toilet flush, and after a quick wash of his hands, Stan enters the bed room.

"Late night piss?" I ask with a chuckle. Stan inhales sharply, clearly startled.

"Almost had another one just now." I laugh weakly at this and rub the crust from my eyes. It's so dark but I can just about make out his features as he climbs onto the bed. I lay down and roll onto my side to face him as he climbs under the covers and lays down. "How are you feeling?" He asks softly. I smile gently and reach out to play with his hand.

"Better." I whisper back. "Thank you for listening to me." He pulls his hand from me, which has me worried for a moment, before he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to his chest. I smile more at this and wrap an arm and a leg around him. He's shirtless now with some pj pants on. Wonder when he discarded his shirt. I inhale deeply. There's that odd smell again.

"I'd do anything for you, Y/n." My heart leaps into my throat and I shift my gaze up to meet his. The adoration and love in his eyes makes my chest bloom with warmth and I don't stop myself from leaning up and connecting our lips. He doesn't hesitate to kiss me back, as if he's been waiting for this.

I pour my heart and soul into this kiss, clinging onto him as if he'll disappear. He holds onto me just as tightly and I know that he feels the exact same way.

We pull away and smile at each other. I then put my head into the crook of his neck and he nestles his nose into my hair, planting a gentle kiss to it.

"Good night, Stan."

"Good night, Y/n."

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I wake up again to Stan holding me loosely, snoring softly. We've shifted positions, me taking over his position with my chin on top of his head and his face comfortably buried into my chest. It makes me blush softly but I smile and lean down, placing a kiss on his head. Carefully, I reach behind me with one arm and just barely grab my phone. The charger disconnects from it as I pull it away. It's now seven in the morning. We have school tomorrow. Fuck.

Keeping my arms around Stan, I unlock my phone and decide to play whatever games I have on it. I Love Hue is a good game to start the morning off with. The game keeps me in a calm state of mind as the sun slowly makes it's way up, sending a warm flow through the curtains. I don't even notice the hour pass by as Stan wakes up with a soft groan. Just barely arching his back, his chest pressing into my stomach, a pop sound resides from his spine and he sighs softly, settling down again.

I click my phone off as he props his head up on his hand, his elbow keeping him up. He smiles down at me and I smile back softly. The light behind him makes him glow and I can't help but to admire him. I reach up and run my fingers through his messy curls, tracing them to his cheek, then let my hand fall to the mattress.

"How'd you sleep?" He finally asks and I hum softly as I stretch my legs, pointing my toes.

"Pretty good actually." And thank god for that. "How about you?"

"Like a baby." He leans down and places a loving kiss on my forehead before sitting up and getting out of bed, leaving me love struck. "I'll make some eggs and toast." He leaves the room with a dazed smile, basically waddling. I watch him go before rolling onto my back and smile to myself goofily. God, I love him so much.