Category: Romantic Fluff
Characters: Sabo, Koala
Greetings, friends! Alas, Saboala Week is coming to an end! Due to involvement in several other fandom weeks, I will not be producing any work for the Bonus Day. So, this is my last installment for this time, for the Day Six prompt "Kiss." I hope you've enjoyed my works!
"Koala?" Sabo called softly as the toe of his boot prodded at the base of the slightly ajar door to her quarters. The slow glow of lamplight pouring through the thin cracks indicated that the girl was in, but strangely, he heard no response. Eyebrow crooked, he eased it open; the iron hinged whined loudly in protest as they were forced to swing. Light spilled over Sabo's scarred face as he poked his head around the door to scan quickly across the room. He quickly discovered why she had not answered; she was currently slumped over her desk, shoulders slowly rising and falling with deep, gentle breaths that were indicative of sleep. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Of course; she was always overworking herself. It was not uncommon for him to find her like this, passed out over half-finished documents. He shouldered the door all the way open before crossing the room in quick strides.
"Up we go," he murmured under his breath as he gently eased the chair back. Her body adjusted to the movement by slumping further over the table, nearly bending her in half as he pulled the chair out. Once he had enough room to maneuver, he very carefully slipped her arms around his shoulders and slipped his underneath her thighs, picking her up in one smooth motion so as not to jostle her. He tensed as she mumbled something incomprehensible and snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, but her breathing never quickened, so he did not think that she had awakened. Slowly and with care, he walked her across the room to her bed. He supported her with one arm while he pulled her comforter back enough to lay her down on the mattress; as he did so, he supported her head while he guided her body down, gently letting her down onto the soft surface. When he went to pull away, he gulped as Koala's arms insistently clung onto him. She muttered something as she nuzzled her nose right into his sternum.
"Koala," he whined as his legs and lower back muscles began to burn at the odd angle in which he was bent. He alleviated the pressure by bracing one knee into the spongey mattress and planting his hands on either side of her hips. "You aren't gonna make this easy, are you?" he huffed down at her. Still completely oblivious, she snoozed on, cuddling into his chest. Sabo would like nothing more than to crawl into bed with her and hold her for the night, but that wouldn't do. As far as Koala was concerned, their relationship was strictly professional. She had no idea about the intense feelings Sabo harbored for her, and for both their own safeties, he would prefer to keep it that way. Hands wrapping around her wrists, he forcibly pried her grip from his clothes and settled her arms by her sides. Almost as if a magnet drew her, her hands immediately sprang back up to clench into the meat of his biceps.
"Oh my- Koala!" he hissed as her nails dug into the muscles, almost teasingly. There was drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as she snored on contentedly, but Sabo was having a hell of a time being convinced she was asleep. It was always like this, though. Koala was a clingy sleeper, and he always had to wrangle her like a damn circus monkey when he put her to bed like this. He always said he would just let her wake up at the desk with a crick in her neck and back aching to spare himself the trouble, but yet he always found himself in this position. Damn him and his kindness, it really was going to get him into trouble someday. Koala was smiling in her sleep as he glared down at her sleeping form. "Why are you like this?"
"Warm," she purred as she pawed at the front of his vest. Sabo's shoulders slumped as he rolled his eyes. Sleep-talking, too? Did she have to be so cute? It was really hard for him to hang on to the shred of willpower he had left. He heaved a heavy sigh, preparing to once more attempt to disentangle the sleeping girl, but when he looked down at her face again, he saw that her dark irises were peeking out at him from beneath her thick lashes.
He froze as all the blood drained from his face. He was in a pretty compromising position, leaned over her body as if he were in the middle of climbing on top of her and one hand wrapped around one of her wrists. Oh, hell, she was probably about to scream at him, and hit him. Shit. Hell. Fuck, his mind stammered uselessly. He could only watch as her eyes opened further, half-lidded as she stared blearily up at him. "You're warm," she whispered suddenly. "Don't go."
Is she still asleep?! He thought wildly. Her free arm circled up to loop around his neck, tugging his hat off his head and tossing it lazily to the floor. Those some pretty impressive motor skills for someone who was unconscious, but not altogether impossible. Her fingers threaded into his blonde hair, tearing the strands, before her fingers slowly traced a tingling path from the back of his head to the scar tissue on his face. As the pads of her fingers painted nonsensical shapes just below his eye, Sabo gulped slightly.
"You're not asleep, are you?"
"No." With a shaky breath, he ran his hand through his cords of hair, which were rapidly becoming coated with beads of nervous sweat. They were creeping into dangerous territory, and honestly, Sabo didn't know if he could stop himself at this point. "What's that look?" she asked sleepily as her caramel hair fell into her face with the way she tilted her head. Sabo's fear and concern were clearly showing on his face. Her expression grew sad all of a sudden. "Sabo… I'm tired of pretending… I don't care about the consequences. Just stay with me," she pleaded.
Sabo's heart lurched with the overwhelming desire to comply. Her mind was surely still clouded with sleep and she wasn't thinking straight. If Sabo did as she asked, who knew if she would remember what had transpired? He was probably signing himself up for an ass-kicking. He looked down at her with uncertain eyes. She puffed out her cheeks and pouted at him, making grabby hands at his shoulder with one hand while the other continue to trace patterns into the scar on his face.
"You know," he sighed as he reached up to pull her hand away from his face, "you really are troublesome." She pursed her lips at him, then gasped lightly as Sabo suddenly turned his face to press a long kiss into her palm.
Consequences be damned, Sabo wanted her, damn it.
"Sa- mmmf!" Her cry of his name was muffled as he dove down to claim her lips in a hungry, needy, open-mouthed kiss. Sabo about fainted when she moaned softly into his mouth, the fingers of the hand he was still holding up twitching with the desire to thread through his hair again. He released her wrist and it immediately jumped into his hair, teasing the strands into messy cowlicks with how forcefully she was pushing through it. He climbed the rest of the way onto the bed, knees on either side of her hips as he caged her in. Greedy hands pulled at his body, lowering him down so there was not a centimeter of space between them. The way her chest heaved with gasping breaths sent Sabo into an indescribable high, and as he tangled his tongue with hers, the sweet taste of her got him drunk in an instant. His hands began to roam, down her curves, pushing under to the small of her back to pull her further against him, down to the backs of her soft and supple thighs to the backs of her knees to make her wrap her legs around his middle. Koala allowed him to maneuver her as he wished, an instrument for him to play as his heart sang with every crashing crescendo of their mouths.
As much as Sabo would've just liked to kiss her until the end of time, he kind of started to suffocate and had to pull back. As he tried not to make a show of sucking in quick, quiet breaths and replenish his oxygen supply, Koala hummed contentedly beneath him and jerked his head forward so she could bury hers into his neck.
"Um…"
"Sleepy. Kiss more in the morning," she mumbled, and like that, she was out. Sabo stiffly sat there for a minute, still trying to determine if what had just happened was some delirious dream of his or not, but he didn't wake up in his bed so he decided that it was not. He snorted in laughter at it all. What a night, he thought and breathed in deeply. Koala's hair carried the odd scent of sugar and honey. He liked it. He slipped an arm under her neck so he could roll onto his side without disturbing her too much. As he settled beside her in the bed, she snuggled up close to him to be in contact with every square inch of skin that she could. Always was a clingy sleeper, he thought lovingly as he stroked her hair before dropping a few light kisses to the top of her head. "Love you," she murmured into his neck.
Whether she was sleep-talking or not, Sabo supposed it didn't really matter.
