Sleeping in was one of Ifrit’s favorite activities. Getting to sit under warm blankets and avoid doing work? It was a dream come true.

But he especially liked it when you would do it with him. He loved having you wrapping in his warm arms, his tail wrapped around you and your legs tangled together with his. It always seemed warmer with you under the covers with him, your chest rising and falling with each slow breath. Now, as the sun streamed in through the crack of the curtains and the soft sound of others bustling around in the den, Ifrit was sure he was in love.

Your head rested on his chest, your eyes shut peacefully and your lips parted slightly. He raised a clawed hand to gently brush through your hair, pushed it out of your eyes. He let out a soft laugh when your face twitched and your eyes slowly opened, gazing up at him with a groggy gaze.

“Morning, dove.” He smiled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Sleep good?”