Hot Days, Sweeter Nights
Solomon x GN! reader
Summary: A sweaty sorcerer finds his broken air conditioning is a blessing in disguise.
AN: Hi all! This is a little thing based on how hot it was outside today, lol. I feel like I haven't written in ages, so if I'm a little rusty, do forgive me. Also, please forgive my absence, I had some health issues that have thankfully been resolved, whoo! Anyways, I've missed my special guy so here he is. Enjoy! :)
Warnings: None
Solomon was sitting on the steps leading to Purgatory Hall. The Devildom was silent, save for the soft chirping of frogs in the distance. While he was certainly no stranger to the realm, he never got tired of its oddities like the fact that frogs sang morning, noon, and night due to the perpetual darkness. Or the fact that – despite the cool light of the moon on his face – it was stiflingly hot out today.
The air conditioner in his room had broken, putting him in a bad mood as the temperature rose to a nauseating degree. He was forced to discard his long coat, it hanging solemnly over the back of his chair, and push his sleeves up to his elbow and tug at his collar in vain. The magic from your scheduled lesson made the heat worse. He tried to stifle his discomfort for your sake, tried to withstand the warmth the cauldron gave off… the warmth of your skin as you stood so close… until he finally excused himself before all but bursting out the door. The solace he found outside was in the freshness of the air, like coming out from under a thick blanket, and the breezes that shook the wind chimes into a song that blended with that of the frogs. Though, in sitting out here he felt guilty about how he left you – suddenly, with his hair sticking to his forehead.
“Cooled off yet?”
Solomon had been so lost in his own sweaty misery that he didn’t notice you’d come outside. Turning his head, he expected to see you but was met with a glass held out beside his face, full of what looked like iced tea. You’d even stuck a lemon wedge on the rim. He gratefully took the glass from you and led the straw up to his lips, taking large sips of the cold, sweetened drink.
Then he sighed, now mollified. “Somewhat. The drink helped.”
You chuckled as you planted yourself beside him on the step. “I’m glad.” You tilted your own glass out, and Solomon clinked his with yours. “You’re stubborn.”
Solomon scoffed good-naturedly. “I’m aware. I figured I could tough it out long enough for your lesson. I might have to sleep in the common room tonight lest I bake in mine.”
“Or…” you drew out, glancing sideways at him. He knew whatever you were about to say next was going to lead him to trouble. “You could spend the night at the House, in my room. I have air conditioning.”
There it was. And what an attractive offer it was, not even for the promise of air conditioning – though that was appreciated. It meant more time spent with you, tangling limbs together and hearing your voice in his ear whispering sweet nothings until you fell asleep. It meant holding you closely, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent until it became his.
The answer was obvious. You both knew that as he met your eyes and took another sip of his iced tea that somehow tasted sweeter than before. “How could I refuse?”
