Peach || she/her || 27 || Stay-at-Home Mom/ Freelance Artist
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it's typically a spontaneous thing, unplanned because impromptu meetings are a case of high familiarity between the two of you nowadays. there's standard exchanges of 'are you around?' or 'can I come see you?', alongside a plethora of messages that are so genuine it makes a gentle heat crawl up your neck and settle on your cheeks.
more often than not, it's those texts that say everything about the way time slips through both your fingers far too quickly.
yesterday evening started out that way. Hound had called you, the same he does every Friday when you're off work and clocked out for the day. softly curious what you were up to, or what your plans were for the night, hinting at the possibility of getting together for the first time all week. he'd almost sounded upset by the realization, but it never pierced through his words, just a faraway twinge in his tone that you only knew from experience.
in return, when you had mumbled into the phone speaker about how much you missed him, as well as how your schedule had no evening plans, he arrived at your home in record time.
mostly, when he has the chance to spend the night, he's awake. he isn't due for a round of recharge quite yet, so instead he just lays there, holding you and tracing idle shapes along your clothes or exposed skin. Hound typically runs cooler to the touch, and you swear it's intensified when he's mass-displaced, taking a handful of minutes to stifle the happy chill that runs the length of your spine and collapse to his heartening hold.
a sliver of light shoulders its way through the dark curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom and over his sleeping form. he's still deep in his definition of sleep, laid out on his stomach with one arm tucked under his helm and the other thrown across your hips, as if keeping you close in rest. you can't exactly remember the position the two of you had wordlessly decided upon late last night, but it was certainly some variation of this.
you're on your right side, legs tangled in blankets as his body comfortably presses against yours, servo settled on the small of your back.
Hound looks peaceful.
he always does, there's a very obvious tell when he's not quite his patient and caring self, and that's a slight furrow to his brow. it's not present now, nor has is it made an appearance when the two of you are alone together, but there's something about seeing him completely withdrawn and at ease causes a warmth to blossom in your chest that won't quiet.
not that you want it to.
you don't know how long you were staring at him for, entranced by how the light moves across his olive green plating and the way he's still slightly too big for your bed while mass displaced, curling in on himself somewhat.
the only tell when he's coming to is the servo on your back slides upwards a bit, then back down. it's almost undetectable, mostly when he hasn't opened his optics yet, but it becomes undeniable that he's awake when he pulls you even closer, a surprised hum leaving your throat.
Hound cracks a sleepy smile, cerulean eyes still shut.
"Mornin'," he drawls, relaxing just a inch further when your hand comes to rest on his arm. "How long have you been up for?"
you're smiling so hard your cheeks begin to hurt. "Good morning, and not long,"
he finally blinks his eyes open. "Oh? S'that so?"
you nod in return, almost anticipating what comes next.
he obliges without comment or hesitation, tugging you a fraction closer even though there wasn't any space left between your bodies, and sticks his face in the crook of your neck. a trail of featherlight kisses move up your throat and beneath your ear, mumbles of drowsy 'I love you's and 'good mornings' against your rapidly warming skin.
on instinct, your arms loop around his neck, repaying the gesture as effectively as you can without stumbling over your words.
"Did ya sleep alright?" Hound murmurs, smiling against your neck.
"Always," and he knows what you mean by that, leaving another almost sloppy kiss atop your jaw. "Did you?"
"Impossible not to get good recharge," he continues without further question. "When you're here."
you pull back just slightly, even with his gentle rumble of protest, and take him in entirely. the almost invisible nicks and scars that remain scattered along his face-plate and plating, the way his lips always hold such a handsome and comforting smile. the azure color and soothing light that spills from his optics, taking you in as if you hung the moon.
"Ah think you've been awake a lil longer than yer fessin' up to, darlin." but it's said with such adoration and breathy tease that you let the redness in your cheeks give you away.
"I can't help it,"
you offer no explanation, instead burying your face into his shoulder, arms winding a fraction tighter around his neck. he laughs, and you feel it start in his chassis and trickle out of his voicebox, taking your reaction as more than enough.
his other arm comes to wind around your back, opposite servo cradling the back of your head as he settles back against the mattress, every so often turning to steal a kiss off your blushed skin.
[a/n: hi! didn't quite edit this one with a fine-toothed comb like I normally would, but this has been sitting in the drafts as a three paragraph idea for probably four months. :) ty for reading!]
