Tashi’s expecting to see you in bed next to her, still snoring softly into the pillow as you nap peacefully when she rolls over. That's normal – completely routine when you stay over.

What she isn’t expecting however, is to see you lying on your stomach with one leg hitched up, the blanket haphazardly kicked away in your sleep, showing off the completely ludicrous pair of underwear you’re wearing beneath your sleepshirt. To top it all off? They're hers.

She doesn't know where you found them, or why you assumed that when she said to ‘just borrow some of my stuff to sleep in’, she also meant underwear, but lord knows she’s grateful.

They’re not even particularly revealing. Just some average pair with ‘STANFORD’ written across the back in white bold. She’d bought them as a joke mostly, when she’d first gotten accepted. She’d worn them a few times before they ended up getting lost somewhere in her room, left to be forgotten about. Until now.

The way the red accentuates your skin, and the wave of burning hot possessiveness pooling in her stomach makes her think she’s not going to be forgetting about them again anytime soon.

She can’t help but sling an arm around your waist to pull you closer to her, nosing past your hair to press kisses against the underside of your jaw in a valiant attempt to wake you up.

She hums when she feels you shifting under her, letting out a confused noise as you lean into her touch. Her hand rubs soothingly along your lower back while she continues to kiss down your neck, murmuring into your skin, “God… You look better in my stuff than me…”

She gently bites down as her hand teases just under the waistband, a smug smile on her face at the sound you make, still a little confused from sleep.

“I think I have to do something about it, huh..?”

This is going to be fun.