‘’There’s only one bed’’ with Hawks please? :’)

heroacademiaimagines:

Hawks:

“There’s only one bed.”

This was the beginning of an
interesting night.

You had tried to convince him to
sleep on the floor, but he insisted the soreness would bother him the next
morning when the two of you had to be on top of your game. You then decided to
take the floor, but he protested once more, telling you not to be such a baby
and that he wouldn’t mind if you took advantage of him while you slept next to
him. It’s awkward, but deciding to just act professional, and with no other
satisfactory option available, you find yourself in bed with Hawks that night.

“This is real romantic, isn’t it?”
It was dark in the room but you could tell he was smirking, and you felt one of
his wings jostle against you.

“Keep your wings in your own
space, Hawks!”

“Sorry, sorry… they like to
stretch every once in a while.”

The day had been a long for you
both, on an ‘undercover’ mission to spy on a new syndicate of villains that
were beginning to gain traction downtown. You were both pretending to be on
other business, gathering all the evidence you could before returning to home
base and reporting your findings to the other heroes, who would then decide
what the best course of action to take would be. Just thinking about how much
walking, talking, and snooping the two of you had to do all the while acting
like you were just minding your own business was absolutely exhausting.

You’re in a deep sleep, dreaming
of being surrounded by the absolute softest clouds you’d ever felt in your life
(you never actually felt a cloud before, but you assumed it was much like
cotton candy but cold). It’s only when a cloud abruptly smacks you in the face
that you wake up, but you find yourself being restrained. Panicking, you squirm
around, thinking perhaps a villain had caught on and had you pinned, but when
the softness from your dreams is mirrored in reality, you take in what’s
happening around you.

Hawks was laying on his stomach,
peacefully asleep on his side of the bed, but with his wings spread out at a
more comfortable angle, spreading out across your abdomen while the other
touched the floor. The room is dimly lit from the brightness of the moon but
you can see some ruffled feathers on his back, mostly like from him trying to
keep his wings in their space while he was laying on his back (he had seemed
uncomfortable, but didn’t let on his true feelings).

You consider trying to move his
wing over more, but considering he looked comfortable (and his feathers were
incredibly soft and warm) you decided to let it pass. There’s a lot of
temptation to ‘pet’ him but that seems creepy to you; it’s not as though you’re
stroking a pet bird, but another human. Under the guise of moving to a more
comfortable position, you gently touch his wing, running your fingers over some
of the finer feathers and smiling at how they feel. You didn’t know what you
had expected, but these feathers were well taken care of.

You fall asleep in no time with
the warmth of Hawks next to you, and the next morning, you wished you’d never
woken up at all.

“So…” Hawks is smirking at you in
a way that’s irritating, but you try to ignore him, knowing he had tendency to
cause mischief with no real reason. “I didn’t realize you were going to take my
up on my offer to grope me last night. I did give you permission, but-”

“What the hell are you talking
about?”

Hawks expands his one wing with
his hand, “Look, some ruffled feathers from foreplay with my lovely bed partner
last night.”

“Ruffled-?! You were just awake
last night, you ass!”

“Hey, hey, relax!” He holds up his
hands defensively. “There were other areas I thought you’d aim for first, but
I’ve never had someone stroke my wings so lovingly. It was actually kind of-”

“We are never sleeping in the same
hotel room again.”