AN: A drabble written in 300 words exactly. I do not own any of the characters in fact, if I did it would be disastrous. I feel sorry for the one who is cold because...I hate the cold too.
It wasn't as if the thief playing the game for four hours straight bothered me. Even when he brushed me off when I began to pester him or when I tried to distract him with my tongue, which only made him roll away. Yet I can't deny myself that I wanted some sort of…attention, least warmth since it was dreadfully cold.
I huddled under the blankets, my head peaking out from the sheets to look at the thief who had yet to put down the controller. He was engrossed in his gaming, having been playing the game for several weeks now. From what I heard from Ryou it was some RPG game that had an extremely large world, many quests and even if you finished the main story line you could still play more.
I frown, digging myself under the sheets. Peeking out again I grabbed for a pillow then dug back into the warmth of my nest. Snuggling against the plush of it, I heaved a sigh attempting to go to sleep. Several minutes passed with the sounds of anguished cries from the game, the mashing of buttons and the hushed curses Bakura let out I nearly fell into slumber.
The bed moves under another weight, my warm blankets being lifted up.
"No" I whine, reaching for them blindly. Cold hands clasp mine and strong arms bring me closer. My back was pressed against his stomach; his face nestled in the crook of my neck. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, it tickled and I squirmed.
"Stop moving…" He mutters, holding me tighter.
"Your cold"
"Then you can warm me up" I feel the grin form on his lips.
"Ass" I growl, trying to swat at him but he only chuckles, giving a light nip.