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Reo never understood why anyone would willingly choose to sleep in a smaller sized bed if given a choice. His father preferred the giant mattresses that he was used to sleeping on from his time abroad and his mother always slept on large, plush futons reminiscent of the ones in her family’s estate.
Reo had always thought that he and his eventual partner would also sleep this way. Each with a large comfortable bed of their choosing in separate bedrooms. It seemed most logical. Until he met you.
That first night he felt your warm, soft skin against his own, the gentle puff of your breath, the curve of your lips against his chest, little loving whispers so easily lulling him to sleep, he realized he could never sleep apart from you.
But his bed was too big. It was too easy for the two of you to drift apart between the silk sheets. It didn’t matter if he kept his arms wrapped around you, your feet entwined, he always woke up to only cooling sheets around him, your sleeping form at your distant end of the bed. The comforting sound of your breath, of your little sleepy murmurs far too distant for his liking.
So he decided that the two of you needed a smaller bed. But he couldn’t just outright buy a new mattress, right? He didn’t like it when you shrunk like a little mouse at his spending, eyes wide but not filled with adoration or happiness.
The uncomfortable twitch of your eyebrows, the tight curve of your lips when he had purchased ‘too much’ from your favorite brand always remained in the back of his mind. He would not have you look at him like that again.
The mattress would be replaced discreetly, shrinking every so often, little by little to ensure your comfort. Until you had nowhere to go except his embrace. Until your face would be the first thing to greet him in the morning.
Your lashes still shut, your lips relaxed. His hands gently tracing your hot skin, your silken pajamas until you finally greeted him with what he adored most. His name on your lips, breathy and tender as your smile bloomed, your eyes twinkling in the morning light.
Your sleepy love, the soft caress of your hand on his skin far more warming, more radiant than the morning sunlight on his back. But your affection would never fade like fleeting morning rays. He would make sure of that.