"It's too hot."
"No shit." His reply was, as always, with unnecessary sarcasm.
Groaning in exaggeration, the brunette bitterly yanked onto the hem of her white tank top, fanning her flat belly. She folded up more of her shorts, and had discarded her beret, which now rested with her red long sleeve on the other couch. Her messy, yet high bun had started to loose it's shape, eventually letting strands of her hair fall, sticking to her sweaty neck. Brown eyes squinted over to the unrepaired air conditioner sitting at the corner of the living room, almost letting out an unpleasant hiss. "It's fixed," her mother said before leaving to Sinnoh for the week, "I swear."
What a liar.
Silver, on the other hand, had tossed his jacket which was now sprawled on the wooden floor. Boots were also off and to the side, along with his socks, and he had rolled up his pants hastily. Long, red locks pulled back into a thin ponytail, with the ends sticking to the back of his neck, accompanying the shorter strands. "Fuck," he growled quietly, tugging at his black shirt. He was sweating bullets here, and it was uncomfortable.
Mother Nature was punishing everything and everyone with strong, blazing heat.
Finally, the redhead pushed himself off the couch, sat on the edge, and grabbed the hem of his black t-shirt. With swift movements, he peeled it off his body, and exhaled an automatic breath of relief as the heat from the t-shirt lessened. Without haste, Silver let the damp fabric fall freely onto the floor, accompanying his boots.
Lyra was bound to speak, until her vision filled with nothing but Silver's broad chest, making her jaw drop in admiration. He was in very good shape. And she knew it from the day he had easily tossed her over his shoulder and carried her around the time they met for the first time. An uneasy feeling of want stirred inside of her. A breeze of uncomfortable, hot air brushed through, which resulted in goosebumps appearing on her body. Shuddering, the brunette blew out the air from her cheeks, tearing her gaze from the male. She wouldn't mind doing things that passed through her mind.
It didn't help when Silver suddenly called her, "Lyra."
"H-hm?"
"For fuck's sake," he almost exasperated, trying not to let the heat control his thin line of tolerance. "I'm seriously tempted to go upstairs and just get in that damn shower."
"Let me join you," she whined, fanning herself weakly.
In an instant, Silver had cracked an amused grin, pushing sweaty locks from his forehead. "I wouldn't mind that at all…" he muttered. "In fact…" Silver eyes immediately flickered to the panting brunette, grin widening.
"I was joking, pervert." A roll of her eyes followed.
"I wasn't."
"Silver."
Then, his smart mouth blurted out what she knew was coming, "I do believe we've seen each other naked already."
"And?"
Silver waved his index finger to coax her. "Tsk, tsk, baby."
Oh, damn that stupid buffoon. Pouting, her arms crossed over her chest – making her shudder in discomfort – and turned away. "Nah."
"You're no fun." Silver pushed himself off the couch completely, kicking aside his clothing. A smirk plastered itself onto his face as he spoke, "I'm going to take a very cold shower, then. The offer still stands, by the way." Ignoring her gawk, his body swerved towards the stairs, and disappeared up.
Without realizing, she herself, had begun to walk up the stairs to meet him at the bathroom of her room (of course), only to find him unbuttoning his pants. Silver irises flashed up to meet her stance, and only widened with anticipation as she kicked the door shut behind her.
a/n: *cries bc otp*