“Tim, come on you need to get up.”
You stare at the lump that is Tim Drake as he yanks the blankets up further over his head, his feet slipping free of the blankets. Cursing, he flops around until he manages to cover his feet again.
“Tim, we promised Bruce we’d come to dinner. Now come on, I’ve let you sleep as long as I could.”
You sit down on the bed beside him and gently pull the blankets down and away from his face. Tim groans and scrunches his nose as he tries to pull the blankets away from you. You dodge his hand to reach out and trace the purple shadows underneath his eyes.
“I’ll get up in a few minutes. Will you turn the coffee on?”
“I already did. I’ve laid your shirt out too.”
You bend down to press a kiss to Tim’s temple, grinning when you see him start to smile. You flip the blankets back over him. You’re heading out of the room when Tim speaks again, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep.
“I love you.”
From the prompt list ‘The way you said “I love you”‘ – ‘with a hoarse voice, under the blankets’ with Tim Drake, please! thank you :)
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