What about chip and just some fluffy kisses?
Heh… cooked a bit to hard w this one fellas….😼
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You wake up blinking your eyes open slowly
You stretch violently in your large bed silently enjoying the sun on your face shimmering through the window and reviling in the fact that your the only one who doesn’t sleep in a barrel or a bunk bed because you were smart enough to actually ask for sleeping accommodations
You roll to the left onto your stomach just to be met with a semi hard form of a guy
You open you eyes fully to find chip laying face first drooling into one of your pillows with mud all over him and now all over you because your half on top of him now
You lift your arm up of of him and it comes back sticky and muddy
“What the actual fuck?”
You docked at whatever harbour you’d arrived at and then everyone went out to get a drink and you stayed back to look after Ollie you have been trying to drink less anyways
How between last night going to bed and walking up did this poor baster cover himself in mud and get in your nice white -slightly dirty, more yellowish grey- sheets
“Chip” you poke his face “chip” you poke his face again “chippy” poke “chipper” Poke “what does the chip even stand for?” Poke “Christopher?” Poke “Charles?” Poke “chip off the old block?” Poke
You push his hair back and kiss his temple and pull back dusting some dirt off his face and wiping a bit of mud off your face as well and notice a slight smirk to his face barely noticeable but still there
“What a shame.. oooh I got it.. chipmunk.. because he’s small and scrawny, probably has worms, scrappy, an-“
He peeks an eye open “scrappy?! Really…?” His voice is Horse as he wines about the barely insulting insults
“Yeah, weird proportions to small little head and hands and then—“ he lifts his arms and Smears his sleeve over the side of your face covering it with dirt and mud “oh!” You sit up quickly “You absolute basterd!.. Not just a chipmunk but a chipmunk born out of wedlock..”
“Tah!” He laughs turning to face you bet “like your parents of all people were married”
You lay back down face in the sun “mark your words chip my parents were very much unhappily married”
The sun is blocked from your eyes and you open them to see chip hovering over you with a crooked smirk “what in the world are trying to—“ he slams down what feels like his full body weight down onto your own body snuggling his head into your neck “—ow!… oh?.. tch, whatever” you lace you fingers in his hair and scratch at his scalp feeling him soften slightly “so did something happen last night to get you all… strange”
You can almost feel him psychically rolling his eyes “nah, just… cuddly, I don’t know? Why does it matter?”
“Doesn’t,” you carefully unhook his earrings and set them down on the bed side table, interesting made with a lip around the edge so nothing falls off with the ships hitching and pitching “just wondering what got you all muddy and…. Gross i suppose”
“Rude,” he moves so his chin is resting on his hands on your chest in front of your face “nah, just had a few drinks and uhh.. gill wonders off and so we went after him and we end up in a bog on the other side of town and hill saw a salamander and so he shoots off I follow obviously-“
“You are a lonely drunk”
“-and we- rude— and we end up trapped like half way in the—“ you cup his cheek softly as he speaks “—bog but than Jay calld out and says she saw something mo—“
You lean forward and kiss him softly just sitting like that for a second before pulling back slowly and just looking into his frozen-shocked eyes
“Hey chip?”
“Uhh………. Yeah?”
“There should be a bath House in town right?”
“Hehe yeah?” He leans in close
You push him off you and onto the floor
“Go take a shower, you’ve gotten mud all over my pyjamas…”
He lifts a thumbs up from face down on the floor “will do boss..”