Or, well, you felt like you were going to.
The air was hot and muggy, sweat clung to you like a second skin,
You felt like you were on the verge of suffocating.
Something was wrong with the air conditioning on the Astral Express. Welt had explained it, but your heat muddled mind couldn’t even bear to think. All you knew was that it was at fault for the heat wave the express was suffering from.
March, at first, had done all she could to help cool everyone off. However, it came at her own expense and she was currently knocked out in her room from over exerting herself. The twins, Stelle and Caelus, were both twisted limbs inside of the kitchen fridge in a desperate attempt to fight the warmth. Poor Sunday in all his layers was practically a puddle in the lounge, where he retreated to try and get some drinks. Himeko and Welt were both stuck trying to fix whatever aeons forsaken thing was messing with the AC.
You were going to kill him.
He was sitting next to you on your room floor, your hopeless attempt to cool down through the tile floor, simply reading a book from the archives. A light sheen of sweat covered his face, and he had taken off his outer coat but other than that he seemed unbothered.
You knew it was one of the few pros of his draconic side at work. His cold blooded body thriving in the high temperature of the train, but you couldn’t help but spite him for it.
And he could feel it in the way you were currently glaring at him.
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look up from his book. “Is there something I’ve done to warrant your ire?”
“Exist,” you muttered, head tilted back as you practically gasped for air. Your back was practically soaked and that paired with your back leaning against your bed meant for a very uncomfortable time.
“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about that.”
“I can think of a few solutions,” you scowled, before sliding to the ground with a moan. “It’s so hot,” you whined, face smooshed on the ground.
The sound of Dan Heng’s book closing echoed around the room, and a cool hand gently rubbed your ankle. “I truly am sorry that you’re suffering. Is there anything I can do?”
Your body greedily absorbed the cool sensation coming from your boyfriend. Back and forth his thumb rubbed, and you considered telling him to just stay and keep going when an idea popped into your head. “Take off your shirt,” you blurted, sitting up with speed you didn’t know you were capable of.
Dan Heng blinked once, twice, thrice, before his cheeks erupted in red that you cheekily knew wasn’t from the heat. “What?”
In any other circumstance you would have teased him. Made that beautiful red bloom all over his face, down to his chest, even taken a step further to hear that sweet stutter of his. But now you were anything but patient enough for your own antics.
You reached over and grabbed the edge of his shirt, emphasizing each of your words with a pull. “Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”
“I don’t think now is the time for…” Dan Heng trailed off, looking away to avoid your gaze. You paused your actions, looking at him curiously, before a light bulb pinged in your mind and you let out a wicked grin.
“Dan Heng, you pervert, that is not what I meant in the slightest.”
“Well when you’re telling me to rip my shirt off like that!” He practically yelled, ears inflamed in crimson. “What else was I supposed to think!”
“Fair,” you snickered, before resuming. This time he let you lift his shirt off him without a fight, hair rustled from the action. “Cute.”
You could see his adam’s apple as he swallowed, a droplet of sweat running down his throat. You wanted to admire the sight of his torso for just a minute, but a minute in the heat felt like eternity. So you did what any reasonable partner would do and threw your arms around him, tucking your head into his neck and pressing yourself as close to his body as possible.
You sighed in content as the cool temperature of his body spilled into yours. Slowly but surely you could feel your own body begin to cool down, and you sighed once more.
You could feel his arms wrap around you in return, and you sunk into his body as much as you could. If it were up to you the two of you would become one, but it unfortunately wasn’t, so instead you would just stay here for as long as you could.
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