The bed is cold without you
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Tim Drake x reader / Red Robin x reader
Wordcount: 700+
So this is my first time writing for Tim so here goes nothing. By the way, I have a Dick Grayson fic with the same title here.
Masterpost
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Instinctively, you reached out your hand, half awake but looking for a warm body that’s supposed to be in bed with you. Nothing but cold sheets greeted you and you blinked awake blearily. You looked at the other half of the bed and you realised two things, one, you fell asleep waiting for Tim to come to bed, as evident by the contact lenses still in your eyes, and two, Tim still hadn’t come to bed yet.
You sighed, staring at the still perfectly made bed on his side and the fluffed-up pillow. You understood what you were getting yourself into but sometimes, when you woke up in the middle of the night alone, you wonder if you truly knew what you were getting yourself into.
With another unhappy sigh, you leave the covers that were both warm and cold at the same time. After removing your contact lenses and replacing them with your spectacles, you head off to find Tim. As expected, there was light spilling out from Tim’s office.
You don’t enter his office, instead heading to the kitchen. You sipped a glass of water while waiting for the water to boil, pouring just the right amount of coffee grounds and milk and sugar into the cup. For the finishing touch, you plopped two ice cubes into the cup. Tim practically survived on coffee but even so, he had a habit of gulping down your coffee like a man who had finally found water after being lost in a desert for two days. The one and only time you forgot Tim’s ice cubes, he had scaled his tongue so badly he talked funny for two days.
With a quiet chuckle and a lighter heart, you headed to Tim’s office with your glass of water and Tim’s coffee held in your hands. Tim was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t look up when you enter his office nor when you walk towards him. His head only shot up once you set down the cup of coffee near his hand, a testimony on how tired he was that his vigilante instincts weren’t working.
You take a moment to look at him, taking in his messy raven hair that looked like he ran his fingers through too many times, his eyes that were bloodshot and dulled from the lack of sleep and the dark circles and eyebags heavy enough that Superman would have trouble lifting them up.
“You should be in bed,” Tim croaked out, interrupting your thoughts.
“So should you,” you retorted, pressing a chaste kiss to his temple as you rounded his table so that you were beside him.
“There’s a lot to do,” Tim answered with a sigh, looking like he aged ten years just at the mention of his workload.
“I know, I know, but the bed is cold without you,” you replied.
“Sorry, dearest,” Tim apologised remorsefully. You hummed as you crawled onto his lap, Tim automatically spreading his legs to accommodate you while his hands found themselves around your waist to steady you. You were too tired to fight with him, and no matter how many times Tim apologises, you know that he would do it again.
The both of you shuffled around until you were satisfied, with you between his legs and your back resting against his muscular chest while his arms caged you and his chin rested atop your head. He overtook your senses until all you could feel was him, the hardness of his chest moving as he breathed, the scent of him, something so distinct that you could pick from a sea of people, the sight of his hands in front of you, calloused and safe, that would never allow you to fall into danger, the beat of his heart against your ear, steady as ever, reassuring that he was still alive and the taste of coffee on his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss against your lips.
“Sleep,” Tim whispered, sharing his breath with you even as his voice was pitched low to soothe you to sleep, “I will wake you when I’m done.”
You nodded while yawning, too tired to even form words as you snuggled against his warmth. The last thing you heard and felt before you drifted off was a “Thank you for the coffee, love,” and a kiss on the crown of your head.