Title: Clean-Up Job
Drabble: #61
TK's prompt: Fridge
Randomly selected pairing: Koushori
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Notes: Bloody obscure prompts, making life difficult.
Iori often wakes up in the night with odd cravings, sort of like a pregnant woman. They're usually for either prune juice or drinking yoghurt, but on the odd occasion he'll open his eyes and want nothing more than a jam sandwich or beans on toast. He knows it's bad for him to eat at night, but if he doesn't fulfil his cravings he just knows he won't be able to get another wink of sleep that night.
But they're always a little difficult to fulfil, since Iori imagines that sharing a bed with Koushiro is a bit like sharing a bed with an octopus. Almost every time he wakes up with a craving and tries to get up, he finds himself restrained by each and every one of Koushiro's limbs curled tightly around his own. Sometimes, in his sleepy state, Iori has trouble telling which legs and arms belong to him and which ones belong to his boyfriend. He wouldn't normally complain, since the affection is nice and Koushiro rarely shows affection while he's awake, but if he wants to get up it can be a little tricky.
However, over the months Iori has practiced untangling himself without waking Koushiro up to perfection. His technique is nearly flawless, and usually earns him nothing more than a brief groan of discomfort before Koushiro just rolls over to face the other way.
This is the way things are working tonight, and Iori allows himself a lingering glance at his sleeping boyfriend before he leaves the room. He pads silently to the kitchen and nearly yelps at what he sees.
The door to the fridge is wide open, the light in the back shining proudly and illuminating the sagging contents. It casts an eerie glow on the rest of the kitchen including the floor, which Iori discovers (the hard way) is covered in water. The drinking yoghurt, now warm, doesn't look so appealing anymore.
This isn't good; Koushiro would know what to do. Iori wonders, as the cool water soaks through his socks, whether his practice at not disturbing his boyfriend would make it difficult to wake him up.