The room was low-lit, the soft orange glow from the lamp pooling across the sheets like honey. The TV was on, playing something neither of you were watching—just sound to fill the quiet. But even that was fading into the background. You were laid out on top of him, your chest against his, your hands resting right over his heart. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, his heartbeat steady. Familiar. You could feel every slow breath he took, like your body was syncing with his without even trying.

Theon's arm was wrapped around your waist, the other hand tracing slow, aimless lines along your spine. He tilted his head and kissed the side of your face—soft, lingering.

“Tired?” he asked against your cheek, voice low and smooth like melted chocolate.

You nodded against him. “Exhausted. I feel like I got hit by a truck. Emotionally and physically.”

He chuckled quietly, breath brushing your jaw as he shifted beneath you just enough to nudge his nose against your temple. “Rough day?”

“Everyone was just... so loud,” you muttered, your voice muffled in his neck. “Loud, needy, and nosy. I wanted to disappear.”

“You should’ve,” he whispered, lips grazing the corner of your mouth. “Could’ve just come straight to me.”

You didn’t answer right away. You felt too heavy, in that end-of-the-day way, like all your energy had been poured into everyone but yourself. You just let your hand drift up to his collarbone, fingers playing with the thin chain he always wore.

Theon kissed you again—this time right on the mouth, a lazy kiss that didn’t ask for anything, just stayed there. His lips moved slow against yours, like he had all night.

When he pulled back, just barely, he kept his forehead pressed to yours. “Did you eat?” he asked, raising an eyebrow like he already knew the answer.

You sighed. “I had a granola bar. That counts.”

“A granola bar?” he repeated, mock offended. “That’s not food. That’s a cry for help.”

You smirked. “I wasn’t hungry.”

“You’re always not hungry when you need to eat,” he said, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. Then another right under your chin. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You shifted a little, finally lifting your head just enough to look at him. “Lucky?” you teased. “You practically begged me to be your girlfriend.”

Theon laughed under his breath, eyes never leaving yours. “I did not beg.”

“You were begging with your eyes.”

“Okay, yeah, I was down bad,” he admitted, grinning now. “Still am.” He kissed you again, deeper this time. A kiss that made your toes curl a little. His hand slid up your back and into your curls, cradling the back of your head like he didn’t want you going anywhere.

You melted into it, your body relaxing even more, as if kissing him took some weight off your shoulders.

When you pulled back, you pressed a smaller kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then another to the edge of his jaw. “You feel nice,” you mumbled.

“So do you,” he said, voice quieter now, like the moment was softening everything in him too. “You always do.”

Outside, the rain started. Light at first, then steadier. The kind of rain that made everything feel slower, safer.

He kissed you again. And again. Like he couldn’t stop. Like he was trying to speak in kisses. Some landed on your lips, others on your cheek, your jaw, the tip of your nose. You giggled against his mouth, and he smiled into the next kiss like it was his favorite sound.

“You good?” he asked suddenly, threading his fingers through your hair. “Not just... tired-good, but like really good?”

You nodded. “Right now? I’m really good.”

He kissed you again for that answer, like it was the one he needed most.