Steelfed "Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” steven in riley's turtleneck. please.
ofc it took being literally exhausted to find the inspiration to write this. smh brain why you do dis to me. well hope you’ll enjoy anyway!
The frost on the windows spelled the peak of the winter season. Sometimes, Winter’s breath battered at the glass panes with an enchantingly haunting keen. He couldn’t help but find himself drawn to the sound. It was a reminder that one should never underestimate the power of Mother Nature. Riley had made the foolish mistake once and learnt his lesson. This time, he had made adequate preparations.
His simple cabin, built as nothing more than a three season kind of place, had managed to stave off the worst of the chill once he placed in new insulation. With the small wood-burning stove slaving away at the corner, it chased away the winter nip in the air. He could comfortably stay inside even in the harshest of storms wearing nothing more than a couple of long sleeved sweaters and a pair of fuzzy socks.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same for his companion. While Riley felt touched at Steven’s concern for his well being, he wasn’t exactly freezing on his island. When he opened the door in the middle of a heavy snowfall, imagined his surprise to see a walking snowman. With his layers of jackets covered in powdery snow, he fit the description quite nicely. Riley had ushered the human ice pop, question after question slipping past his lips as he peeled off the damp clothes from Steven’s shivering form.
He eventually got an answer, once the silverette sat in the front of the stove and all but smothered in a couple of thick, fluffy blankets. Steven had explained in quiet embarrassment that he was worried about Riley when he saw the news about the snowstorm that hit the entire Sinnoh region. He had tried to get a hold of him but apparently, the lines were down. Fearing the worst, Steven dropped everything and scrambled on the only plane that was able to fly in this weather.
“That was quite foolish, Steven. Being outside in this kind of weather is asking for pneumonia,” Riley lightly scolded him, a frown tilting his lips. Figuring that Steven got the message upon seeing the shift in his aura, he let loose an exasperated sigh. “A fool you may be but you’re my fool.” With that, Riley leaned in close to plant a soft kiss on Steven’s cold lips.
“How does a cup of hot chocolate sound? It’ll help warm you right up.” A playful grin crept into his expression. “That way, the next time we kiss, it won’t feel like I’m kissing a Magikarp’s lips.”
Ignoring Steven’s indignant look. Riley entered the kitchenette to prepare the hot and sweet drink. Knowing where everything was allowed him to whip up two mugs of hot chocolate in no time at all. For that extra dash of indulgence, he took out a bag of marshmallows from the cupboard and popped in a few of those fluffy goodness into each mug.
Riley carried the drinks to the living room, only to find Steven missing. He looked around once he placed the mugs down, pinpointing his location within a few seconds. What was he doing in his bedroom? Before he could go and investigate, Steven slipped out of the room with a familiar article in his hands.
“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” Steven asked with a wide smile.
Riley didn’t mind at all but the comment at the end caught him off guard. Against his wishes, red crept into his cheeks as an embarrassed sort of glee zipped through his body. Honestly, how could a grown man be so cute?
“Sure, I don’t mind,” he answered at last. Steven’s smile became wider at that, which made Riley’s heart beat a little faster. Without wasting any time, his partner put on the sweater. As he had the bigger body size, Steven sort of... drowned in his clothes. Of course he had to pick the purposely oversized one. Riley had a couple of those for those moments where he wanted that extra comfort.
On Riley’s body, it was a little loose. Steven’s hands couldn’t even make it out of the sleeves. Around the collar area, it hung a little, showing off the other sweater he was already wearing. Though, if that was out of the way, it would have been a nice little window for Steven’s delicate collarbones...
Riley coughed once, cheeks once again red. Arceus give him strength. Now wasn’t really the time. The hot chocolate would get cold if he acted upon his impulses right now. It was obvious that Steven wanted nothing more than to huddle in front of the stove together with a mug of hot chocolate in hand. Right now at least.
Waiting was good. Waiting will get him a warm, snuggly body, not Magikarp lips and ooh, chocolate kisses.
Yes, waiting.
In the midst of all of this, Steven brought the floppy sleeve to his nose and took a deep breath. “I was right. It does smell like you!”
... Arceus, please give him strength.
