Sweat
A small Tartaglia x reader oneshot I made in my notes bc I had this HC and my partner told me to take it to tumblr
“Did you put the heating on?”
Your eyes flutter open, previously trying to sleep before your boyfriends voice cut through the silence.
“Yeah, I was cold, why?”
you yawn, your back facing him, curled up under the covers, the pattern being a dull-ish blue colour that Ajax picked out when you first moved in together. He shuffles a little, before you feel a damp feeling against your bare back, slightly slimy and cold.
“Ew! Ajax what the hell was that?”
The feeling makes you flinch, and try to shuffle away from what feels like his wet hand, hearing him let out a breathy chuckle, ridden with sleep, clearly he was tired. You quickly moved to sit up, turning to look at Ajax, ready to scold him for whatever the hell he just did to your skin, except instead you were met with him laying on his back, wearing nothing but his boxers, his skin covered in a shiny layer of sweat with his hair being damp, the sight was quite frankly gross but also worrying. Why the hell was he so sweaty?
“Did you go for a run without me even sensing? Why are you so.. sweaty?”
You scoffed out, confused as hell, he opened his eyes, looking up at you with his tired half lidded eyes, the back of his arm against his forehead, a small tired smile painted on his face, if you weren’t so weirded out by his sweating situation you would’ve found him a lot more attractive right now. He let out a yawn and groan as he moved to sit up, using his hand to push his damp hair out of his face. The sheets under him were slightly damp too, gross, you’d most likely need to change them after he got up in the morning.
“I just don’t handle heat very well,”
He mumbled out, his voice still ridden with how tired he was, the heat was keeping him up? Making him sweat like he had run a marathon, maybe even two. He stood up, grumbling slightly at the feeling of the sheets sticking to him, the sight was very off putting but it was natural so you just stared at him as he got up to change boxers, clearly he was annoyed with the feeling of his current ones sticking to his body, although the sight of them stuck to his ass was laughable.
“This is what growing up in snezhnaya does to a man,”
He yawned, it made sense now, he grew up in the coldest place in teyvat, where it snowed everyday, and as he always said, if you didn’t keep moving you’d freeze to death, quite literally. He probably basked in the cold of the snow and possibly even bathed in it, so for him to be placed into a warm area, with warm weather, and a warm house, he wouldn’t manage that very well.
“Oh, wait let me open a window, I’ll turn the air conditioning on too, and you should shower because I may love you but that, is disgusting Tartaglia,”
You groaned out, putting emphasis on the ‘disgusting’, watching him laugh as he just nodded, he’d never argue with you, or get mad at you, he’d probably willingly soak the sheets with his sweat all night if it meant you being nice and warm. Once he left the room to take a shower, you got up, sighing, you’d have to change the sheets and then wash them in the morning, ridding the bed of its damp covers, grabbing Ajax a new pillow cover too, stripping the bed before chucking all of the sheets into the washing basket you kept in your bedroom. The need to sleep was still in your system, causing you to move a little slower than usual, not that you minded, he’d probably take a long shower anyway. After you finished, you opened a window and turned the heating off, the room beginning to feel a little more chilly, a shiver going up your spine as you opted on grabbing a hoodie and fluffy bottoms to sleep in, getting back into bed, tangling yourself in the sheets immediately.
“You don’t have to freeze just because I was hot y’know?”
His voice interrupted your attempts at sleeping, turning your head to see him at the door of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel, unfortunately the shower had cleared his system of the sleepiness he felt, putting on a clean pair of boxers before climbing into bed, opening his arms for you. You huffed, staring at him as you slowly crawled into his arms, them latching onto your body as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his chest, his skin was no longer sweaty which was good, and he smelled a lot better and cleaner. He breathed softly, his face pushed into your hair, basking in your presence.
“I don’t want you to melt because I was cold,”
You struck back, causing him to let out an amused chuckle, hand running through your hair, trying to urge you into sleep, knowing that he was the one who prevented it in the first place.
“Touché,”
He mumbled, yawning as his body tensed for a second, one hand tangled in your hair and the other moving to your back, gently tracing soft shapes on your back. The feeling was enough to make you let out a pleasant sigh, eyes drifting closed, fuck he knew what he was doing, silence filling the air for a good few minutes.
“I love you,”
He whispered, the sound of him swallowing his saliva heard as he pushed his face into your hair, the feeling of his affection along with him voicing it made you smile, not that he ever failed to.
“I love you too Ajax,”
You sighed, taking deep slow breathes, sleep catching up to you, feeling your conscious mind slip away. Until you felt a damp feeling on your back again.
“For fucks sake Ajax.”
