“It’s hot.”
“Why thank you, kitten.”
You simply roll your eyes, too exhausted from the heat as you were sprawled out across Sylus’ lap.
“Syluuuussss—“ you whine in dismay. He taps at your stomach like a bongo to lighten up your mood.
It was blazingly, excruciatingly hot in Linkon and you couldn’t bear the thought of stepping outside to visit your beloved in the N109 Zone. Despite the promises of a cooler place and a far better AC than what your humble apartment could achieve with a mediocre fan, you stayed at home.
Your boyfriend however, being the ever so loving man, dragged himself through the excruciating heat to reach you instead.
So now, because the two of you are still the couple you are, you find yourself laying across the legs of a half naked, beefed up Sylus, clad in nothing but loose basket ball shorts, you had thrown at him and a sheen of sweat.
The curtains were drawn as best as you could, to lock out the sun, half drunk drinks on the coffee table, the ice now melted, creating a layer of condensation on the glasses, the fan whirring softly, working overtime to provide a breeze. You could feel your bodies sticking and sliding against one another, the skin slippery with the shared warmth, but neither one of you wanting to part and not touch.
“No wonder my hunter couldn’t muster up the strength to get to me, this apartment can barely be called habitable.” His hair bounced slightly with the breeze of the fan, face illuminated by the soft light of your ambient lamps.
“I’m sorry..” you frowned at him in soft guilt, you both handled heat and the sun terribly and he’d come all the way to your place to keep you company in your condemned toaster-apartment.
You could barely apologise, before his nimble fingers pinched your lips shut, making you pucker and pout against them instead. He snickered, dipping his head down to peck your lips affectionately.
“There’s no need for apologies, when I can easily fix your sorrows, kitten.”
And as if on cue:
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Sylus ushered you off his lap to go open the door, the solution to all your troubles.
The delivery man with an AC.
You swear you’ve never loved Sylus more.
A/N: and because we’re all good people, we give the delivery service water and a break ☝️ they’re the true heroes here and deserve recognition. Sylus tips the delivery man a bunch of money imo
Istg this heat is killing me and I need to cope, might write more summer stuff to just feel better. I haven’t written in a long time so I’m also surprised about this post heh