Hot Sleeping Habits (FFVII, Zax/Aerith, #10)
Title: Hot Sleeping Habits
Author: Tifa G
Pairing: Zax/Aerith
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: #10, Number 10
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and characters belong to Square-Enix.
The room was heavy with the Midgar midsummer heat. The windows were closed tight against the noise of a city that never slept; leaving the bedroom uncomfortably stale. A few small fans had been spread out to random locations in the room but all they managed to do was swirl around the hot air.
It was a thoroughly uncomfortable night that was always bound to get worse.
“Mmm.” A thick voice mumbled, slightly muffled as the owner of the voice was nearly smothering himself with a pillow. “Chicken, no ho- take the bat.”
Aerith nearly slapped her hands over hers in frustration; then thought about slapping a hand over Zax’s mouth to silence the flow of words. This was why she hated the hot weather, outside of waking up sticky and irritable was that Zax talked in his sleep.
Only when it was hot though, give him cool weather and he as silent as the dead. She poked him viciously in the back trying to rise him from his sleep but all that accomplished was a stray hand clumsily swatting at the place her finger had just been.
“Can yo- I wa- Mmm chicken.”
He was talking about food again, then again he was always talking about food even while awake. He would carry on one sided conversations about food and an assortment of other random things, such as the bat he had just made mention too.
The bed heaved under her as he flopped over onto his back which signaled that his incoherent blabbering was about to become much louder. Just like his one track mind, his vocal volume carried over into sleep.
“Chicken good.”
Shrieking quietly toward the ceiling, she kicked the mattress in frustration; the sheets tangling around her failing bare legs.
“Ten.”
“What?”
“Number Ten,” he answered, still asleep.
Bracing herself on an elbow, she sat up and stared at him. This was something new to her.
“Ten. Number ten.”
She did slap him this time, aiming for his arm instead of his face. The only reaction was another mumbling of the word ten and a tiny smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“Zax!” She called, pinching his side lightly on the side knowing it was of little good.
“Ten.”
“Don’t say I didn’t try another way.”
Pinching his nose closed, she lay her lips against his. The response was near instantaneous, he bucked against the bed once and then surged upwards, throwing her sideways. Tumbling out of the bed, she landed on the floor with a loud thump, echoed by another thump from the other side of the bed.
“Oww,” she moaned, rubbing her abused backside.
“What? What!”
She was glad to hear the coherence in his voice, even if it was slightly raised with confusion from being abruptly awoken in the middle of the night from lack of oxygen.
“Aerith?”
“Yeah?”
“Why am I on the floor?”
Sitting up, she pulled her pink tank top down and grinned at him well aware that he couldn’t see her.
“You fell.”
“Where are you?”
“Other side of the bed,” she informed him and then added for good measure “on the floor.”
The mattress coils squeaked under his weight as he crawled across the bed and his face came into her line of vision, staring down at her.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat and beckoned to her.
“Question.”
Scooting forward on her knees to sit between his legs, she kept her eyes on him trying to put on the most innocent face she could manage.
“Yeah?”
“Did you just try to suffocate me?”
Wrapping his legs around her to keep her from bolting, he looked down at her in all seriousness. The innocent façade shattered and she collapsed into a fit of giggles, burying her face into his chest. The lack of sleep and hot weather was beginning to make her giddy.
“So cruel,” he pouted, the shaking of her shoulders against his chest indicated that she probably wasn’t listening to him.
She climbed back into bed and lay down next to him once she got control of her giggles.
“Aerith, if you feel like suffocating me again, at least wait until I’m awake to give me a chance to fight back,” he said, turning over onto his back. “Now though, sleep time.”
A few minutes later, his breathing was deep and even indicating that he had already drifted off to sleep. Closing her eyes and letting the whirl of the fans calm her, she tried to return to sleep herself. The sound of murmuring from the sleeping figure next to her caused her eyes to snap back open.
“Ten.”
“Zax!”
“Number ten.”
Author: Tifa G
Pairing: Zax/Aerith
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: #10, Number 10
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and characters belong to Square-Enix.
The room was heavy with the Midgar midsummer heat. The windows were closed tight against the noise of a city that never slept; leaving the bedroom uncomfortably stale. A few small fans had been spread out to random locations in the room but all they managed to do was swirl around the hot air.
It was a thoroughly uncomfortable night that was always bound to get worse.
“Mmm.” A thick voice mumbled, slightly muffled as the owner of the voice was nearly smothering himself with a pillow. “Chicken, no ho- take the bat.”
Aerith nearly slapped her hands over hers in frustration; then thought about slapping a hand over Zax’s mouth to silence the flow of words. This was why she hated the hot weather, outside of waking up sticky and irritable was that Zax talked in his sleep.
Only when it was hot though, give him cool weather and he as silent as the dead. She poked him viciously in the back trying to rise him from his sleep but all that accomplished was a stray hand clumsily swatting at the place her finger had just been.
“Can yo- I wa- Mmm chicken.”
He was talking about food again, then again he was always talking about food even while awake. He would carry on one sided conversations about food and an assortment of other random things, such as the bat he had just made mention too.
The bed heaved under her as he flopped over onto his back which signaled that his incoherent blabbering was about to become much louder. Just like his one track mind, his vocal volume carried over into sleep.
“Chicken good.”
Shrieking quietly toward the ceiling, she kicked the mattress in frustration; the sheets tangling around her failing bare legs.
“Ten.”
“What?”
“Number Ten,” he answered, still asleep.
Bracing herself on an elbow, she sat up and stared at him. This was something new to her.
“Ten. Number ten.”
She did slap him this time, aiming for his arm instead of his face. The only reaction was another mumbling of the word ten and a tiny smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“Zax!” She called, pinching his side lightly on the side knowing it was of little good.
“Ten.”
“Don’t say I didn’t try another way.”
Pinching his nose closed, she lay her lips against his. The response was near instantaneous, he bucked against the bed once and then surged upwards, throwing her sideways. Tumbling out of the bed, she landed on the floor with a loud thump, echoed by another thump from the other side of the bed.
“Oww,” she moaned, rubbing her abused backside.
“What? What!”
She was glad to hear the coherence in his voice, even if it was slightly raised with confusion from being abruptly awoken in the middle of the night from lack of oxygen.
“Aerith?”
“Yeah?”
“Why am I on the floor?”
Sitting up, she pulled her pink tank top down and grinned at him well aware that he couldn’t see her.
“You fell.”
“Where are you?”
“Other side of the bed,” she informed him and then added for good measure “on the floor.”
The mattress coils squeaked under his weight as he crawled across the bed and his face came into her line of vision, staring down at her.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat and beckoned to her.
“Question.”
Scooting forward on her knees to sit between his legs, she kept her eyes on him trying to put on the most innocent face she could manage.
“Yeah?”
“Did you just try to suffocate me?”
Wrapping his legs around her to keep her from bolting, he looked down at her in all seriousness. The innocent façade shattered and she collapsed into a fit of giggles, burying her face into his chest. The lack of sleep and hot weather was beginning to make her giddy.
“So cruel,” he pouted, the shaking of her shoulders against his chest indicated that she probably wasn’t listening to him.
She climbed back into bed and lay down next to him once she got control of her giggles.
“Aerith, if you feel like suffocating me again, at least wait until I’m awake to give me a chance to fight back,” he said, turning over onto his back. “Now though, sleep time.”
A few minutes later, his breathing was deep and even indicating that he had already drifted off to sleep. Closing her eyes and letting the whirl of the fans calm her, she tried to return to sleep herself. The sound of murmuring from the sleeping figure next to her caused her eyes to snap back open.
“Ten.”
“Zax!”
“Number ten.”