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He’s an unusually light sleeper. It did surprise you the first few times you have slept together just how easy he would get startled awake. He would never elaborate- mumbling and brushing it off as something he just did. It was a lie, and both of you knew it was one. But you didn’t bring it up. And he silently appreciated it.
Today however, he was snoring away softly as you awoke. You took this moment to appreciate how soft he looked asleep. His eyepatch was off and on the side table, a sign that he fully trusted you to see the secrets he had hid. His hair was sprawled around his pillow, the multicolored strands catching your eye. It looked so soft and you gently reached out to run your fingers through them.
He groaned quietly and you saw his eyes flutter open. You couldn’t help but be entranced as you saw his golden eye glitter in the faint light of your bedroom window.
“Good morning. Sorry I woke you up.” You whispered, kissing his forehead.
“Mmm, it’s definitely a good morning when I wake up to you.” He whispered back.
He turned to his side and raised an arm, silently asking you to join him and cuddle him. He was always needy when he first woke up. And you found it really adorable how cute he looked. You scooted closer to his arms and the grin on his face made your heart melt.
He wrapped his arm around you then snuggled his head into the crook of your neck. He groaned softly into your skin and pressed his chapped lips along the curve of your shoulders.
“Sleep well?” You asked, chuckling as you felt him nuzzle you.
“Bout as well as I could. Mmm… you’re so soft…” he murmured.
It was a sharp contrast to his skin, he thought. His was rough, course, scarred- what some might consider ugly. He loved you- all of you. All of you is so wonderfully perfect, and it was all in his grasp. He moved away from you and your shock and slight disappointment was evident in your eyes.
He chuckled and kissed your nose before he flipped you on your back and pressed his arms into the bed, trapping you under his body. He smirked and his hair draped down his broad shoulders, blocking everything from your vision except for him.
And you loved it. You couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, the prominent scar on his face traced by your thumb. Your touch was gentle, kind, and warm. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt in his… frankly long life. His golden eye widened at your hand stroking his face before he leaned into it.
His hand reached out to touch your wrist and keep it pressed to his face, and a gentle smile worked its way onto his lips.
“You sure know how to make a man feel loved, babe.” He laughed.
“That’s because I love you, Xigbar.” You said, so heartfelt and earnestly, he had to close his eyes and compose himself.
“Yeah… can’t believe an old fool like me got someone like you.” He admitted. In those few occasions of weakness, he would say that. In those moments where he let his guard down, he couldn’t help but wonder why you bothered with him.
Your hand ran across his naked, scar-covered chest. He shivered under your touch and bit his lip.
“You got someone like me because you’re my old fool.” You teased.
“Hey now, that any way to talk to your husband?” He pressed his nose against yours. “You askin’ to be punished, huh?”
“Wha-no!” You began, and his hands moved to tickle you. “X-Xig! Stop! Ahaha!”
Your laugh echoed in his ears and he couldn’t help but laugh too. You always did have that effect on him. He continued until you were breathless, gasping for air and sputtering his name in between laughter.
“Think you had enough, babe?” He smirked.
“As if.” You chimed, saying his notorious catchphrase.
“Ah, you little minx. Don’t know how I could live without ya.”
“I don’t know if I could live without you either.” You replied.
He sat upright and pulled you onto his lap.
“Well, good thing I ain’t plannin’ on leaving anytime soon.” He chuckled. He pressed his lips against yours, running his hands up your back and to your head.
It was not the usual rowdy kiss he gave when he was feeling needy. This kiss felt like every word he could not bring himself to say with his voice.
It was a “ please don’t leave me. Please don’t let me be alone again. Please say you’ll stay. That you'll love me forever. And I promise I’ll love you forever. No matter what happens.”
A silent ask, begging you to be his. And you reciprocated that sentiment with your kiss back.
You both separated for air and softly breathed to catch your breaths. You pressed your lips against his lips, then his nose, and worked your way up to his shut eyes.
His eye fluttered open and he kissed your lips again.
“How about we skip training today, hm?” He suggested. “Let’s just sit. I miss holding you.”
“What about Saix? He’d get so mad.”
“Bah, who cares! What’s that coot gonna do? Challenge me? As if!”