Waking up next to them after spending the night
(Part one: Anarchy sisters)
-The first thing you notice upon opening your eyes is not the morning light, but the beautiful blonde angel sleeping beside you, unsurprisingly nude this time. Her mouth is wide open, and a bit of drool seeps from the corner as she snores loudly.
You should feel a bit appalled at the display, especially when sheâs sharing her morning breath with you so early in the day, but instead⌠You find yourself feeling endeared.
Panty was known as the hottest and baddest chick in Daten City, and everyone (including you) loves her for her bold and unrelenting confidence; she always looks flawless in whatever she does.
So, seeing her like this in such a natural state is truly an honor.
Panty doesn't tell you this, but you're actually one of the few that she allows to linger in her room during the aftermath and itâs during these moments, where you take your time to admire her.
Her face scrunches comically when you brush the hair that's sticking to her face. Her brows knit together like sheâs thinking of something really hard, and then she twitches her nose, grunting and mumbling while you wipe the drool from her mouth.
âUgh⌠What the hell are you doing?â she asks, her voice hoarse from sleep as she peeks an eye open at you.
You respond by saying you werenât doing anything concerning â just closing her mouth so flies wouldnât come in.
She huffs and turns to her side to face you fully, yawning.
âAgain with this stupid fucking lie,â Panty playfully kicks you on the leg.
âI donât open my mouth when I sleep,â she insists.
Even though you and her sister have attested countless times that she does, you simply nod along with her denial.
You watch her struggle keeping her eyes open, still obviously tired, you decide to ask her if she wants you to leave while sheâs still conscious.
âI mean if you gotta go, Iâm not gonna tell you to do anything. Do I look like your mommy?â She snorts, acting nonchalant as she swipes her hair back
âBut likeâŚif you wanna take your time here thatâs fine too. I donât really care either way, just know that Garter might barge in at some pointâ
Youâre not sure what to make of her answer, so you decided to follow what you want and tell her that youâll stay until she needs to get up.
Panty shrugs at your choice, but before she can drift back to sleep, the bed creaks as you move closer to her. Before she can make any assumptions about your intentions, you drape the comforter over both of you.
She stares at you for a moment before reaching up to pinch and pull your cheek.
âWhatâs this for, huh?â
You whine, pulling her hand away from your face.
You tell her that itâs to prevent her from catching a cold.
The angel scoffs and says, âIâm telling you, that never happensâ.
But you continue to insist. As much as you appreciate the view, you rather have her under the covers with you.
Panty gives you an amused look.
âWhoa,â she chuckles, âYou should have said that in the first place,â she says, taking the edge of the blanket and getting under it.
You roll your eyes to let her know right away that wasn't what you meant.
âI know, lameassâ lightly kicking your leg again.
Panty settles under the covers as you close your eyes.
You remember the warmth of the morning sun gently warming your skin.
You recall the light brushes of fingers on your hand.
And you remember gently holding her hand in return as you two fell back to sleep.
-You wake up naturally, still groggy from sleep but feeling uncomfortable. Shifting underneath the covers to find that good spot but can't.
You toss and fidget again and again untilâŚ
ââŚstop that or I will kick your ass out of the bedâ you hear someone say and you look behind you.
You see Stocking, her eyes closed and her hands resting on her stomach like Snow White.
Her face is lovely, calm, and unmoving, her hair sprawled around her like a halo, a testament to her divinity.
You thought you had imagined hearing her voice until she spoke again.
âYouâre pulling my hair with all that moving around,â she mutters.
You prop yourself up a bit on the bed to move her navy and pink hair from underneath you. Her long hair always manages to creep over to your side, even when she lays it away from you at night. It's like cobwebs or tentacles, always sticking to you.
You suggested once that she wear a bonnet or something similar when you spend the night, but apparently, she canât sleep well with anything on her head, and it makes her hair look flat.
You would have also suggested trimming her hair, but before you could even utter a word about it, the look Stocking gave you made it clear that was a horrible suggestion.
It just sucks that you might accidentally hurt her while rolling around in your sleep.
Brushing the soft, silky strands further away from you, you sigh and sit up.
âWhatâs the matter?â Stocking asks, still in the same position, pretending to be undead.
You tell her that youâre getting up, and thatâs when she opens her eyesâlight blue, resembling glass dolls.
She shifts her gaze away from you to look out her bay window. The dark skies are transforming into a warm hue.
âItâs not even noon,â she says, as if it were unreasonable.
You explain that sleep has gotten away from you and that her lavish chain bed is no longer comfortable.
Stocking takes in your words quietly before shifting Hollow Kitty from her left arm to the other.
She pats the space on her abdomen.
Confused, you quirk a brow at her.
Stocking begins to look annoyed. âAre you going to take it or not?â
You have the answer already.
It's early in the morning, and youâre a weak human to begin with.
Slowly, you drop your head between her stomach and chest.
God, sheâs so soft and smells so sweet.
You already knew it, but still, your brain lights up with delight.
Then drowsiness hits you, growing heavier with every gentle stroke of her hand on your head, as if she were petting a cat.
âWhat a painâŚâyou last hear her say, but there was no real bite to it.
Soon enough, sleep drags you both under again.
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