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It was a terribly windy and wet night. The scheduled thunderstorm had rolled in earlier than it had been scheduled. The plans of stargazing with Dave that night had been put in a rain check, literally.
You were currently poking at the burning log in the fireplace with the dark metal rod that stood next to it. The embers rising up into the air when you moved the spent log over to the side. You felt Dave floating next to you, the air that carried from his wings causing your locks of hair to sway slightly. You looked up at him with a small smile, he was completely drenched from head to wing feathers.
Dave had tried his best to save the laundry that was hung up on the line outside on the balcony before it had gotten too wet, but it didn’t work out that well. And his well intentions just caused his body to resemble a wet cat, cold and miserable. His blond locks stuck to his head and sides of his face and he blew at the annoying strands of hair with a huff.
You noticed the log of wood in his grasp and took it from him. Bringing up your hand to his forehead you swept the soft locks out of his face. “Thank you for at least attempting to save the laundry, Dave.” You said in a soft voice, pressing forward to kiss his cold forehead. “And for the firewood.”
He gave a audible hum and your gesture, his cheeks warming. He watched as you placed the log on the small fire slowly as not to burn yourself and poked around the embers.
When you were satisfied with the warmth that came from the small flames you covered the opening of the fireplace back with the large metal mesh to make sure nothing else caught fire than what you wanted to. You wiped at your pants leg to get rid of the ash that had stained them. You observed the room to see that Dave had flew to your shared room for a change of clothes out of the damp and cold ones he had on previously. And was currently attempting to search for a clean towel from the table to dry his hair and wings.
You grabbed a towel that you had folded earlier from the table and gently coaxed him to the couch and he did so wordlessly.
You brought the soft and fresh towel and covered his head with it and gently rubbed in circles to rid your boyfriend of the cold moisture that had caused him to shiver. After you had worked the majority of the water from his hair you moved onto the task of his wings. You took each feather carefully in your palms and rubbed the towel against them, knowing his wings and feathers were his most sensitive part of his body.
You noticed his head had begun to dip slightly the more you worked against him. A small but very much there sound of cooing emitting from his throat.
Your heart swelled slightly at this and the smile on your lips widened as you pressed on in drying his feathers.
It was a few more moments before Dave had bent forward and flapped his wings slowly to test them out, seeing if they were dry enough to work with. He moved them more and fluttered them happily, doing a slight spin to shake off all the remaining raindrops. He flew over to you with a uncommon beam on his face and wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck. “Thank you Y/N.” He mumbled against you, the smile still on his face.
You brought your hand up to his back and rubbed the space between his wings. This caused a low coo to begin again from him, though this time he was trying to contain it.
You noticed this and moved your fingers to the base layer of feathers and rubbed underneath them. This caused a louder sound to emit from his throat and his face flushed a bright red in response to the noise.
“Y/N, why do you always do that?” He almost whined but his throat clicked happily the longer you rubbed at the sweet spot on his back.
“Because I enjoy your reaction.” You replied simply, pressing your lips against his now slightly damped hair.
He only hummed in reply and nuzzled into your neck more comfortably, stretching out his wings to cover the both of you.
It wasn’t often that Dave got to relax like this, to feel this safe. But when it was with you, it really did make his heart beat happily inside him. You were home, you were comfort.
He glanced up at you through his shades, your face serene and quiet. Comfortable. He enjoyed when the two of you got to cuddle together like this. He wouldn’t dare do this in front of or with anyone else. With you though, yes, always, without hesitation.
Your body was so soft against him, his wings covered you up protectively in their soft grasp. As long as he was there with you, no one would come to harm you. He would suffer all that time alone in his doomed timeline again if it meant that you were safe. For now however, just being able to cuddle you was all that mattered to him as the rain continued loudly outside.