ąØą§ ā Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.
It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.
You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.
His nose twitched.
There it is.
You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.
āMmrphā A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on,Ā āWhy's it smell like... cake?ā
āGood morning to you too.ā
One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, āāS not my birthday.ā
āIt literally is.ā
He buried his face back into the pillow, āBirthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.ā
You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.
Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me.Ā
āMade you a cake,ā you said in the sweetest fucking voice.Ā
His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.
āā¦What kind?ā
āChocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercreamā¦ There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."
His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.
She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.
You didn't get to finish the sentence.
Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.
āYou,ā he said roughly, āare so annoying.ā
āRude. I made you cake-ā
āThe most annoying person I've ever met.ā He kissed your forehead. āInsufferable even.ā Your nose. āAbsolutely unbearable.ā The corner of your mouth.Ā
You cupped his face in both hands.
āHappy birthday, my little wolfie.ā
He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.
And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.
You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.
His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.
Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her.Ā
āSo,ā you finally said, breaking the silence, āwanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?ā
He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.
āFive more minutes.ā He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, āThen presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.ā
ā...It's eight AM.ā
āAnd? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.ā
āThat math doesn't-ā
He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, āMy birthday. My math.āĀ
