After taking your sopping wet shirt off and dropping it to the floor, you then took your pants and underwear off-as both were well and truly wet
“Ugh, yuck,” you thought, grimacing when you heard the sodden clothes hit the wooden floor.
You then reached for Aizawa’s shirt and pulled the soft worn fabric on, realizing it was the perfect size for a dress.
“I don’t even need his pants,” you thought, looking down in the dark and feeling it hanging just above your knees, “he still has wet pants on so he can wear these ones and I’ll just take
Happy with your decision you picked his dry pants up and walked out to him as he stood there.
“Aizawa, your shirt is plenty big for me, so much so that I don’t need your pants so here.” You held his dry pair of pants out to him. “Now we’ll both be dry.”
“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied, walking over to you and reaching out for the pants.
Instinctively your eyes fell to his killer abdominal muscles and lingered there as the flashes from outside lit them up again.
“Thanks,” you replied when he took the pants from you, mentally facepalming again when you realized you had replied his thank you with your own thank you, “I really need to get it together…”
With an audible sigh, you turned and walked back into the room.
“Y/N,” Aizawa’s voice called over the howl of the wind, “I was intending to use my sleeping bag- should I decide to sleep tonight, but I’ve left it on the bus…”
“You actually forgot it on the bus?”
“I thought you were permanently attached to that thing.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“Are you going to need counseling over this?”
“You are mocking me.”
You giggled, your heart feeling lighter now that you realized Aizawa only had 2 options now- to sleep standing up or to sleep in the bed with you.
“I already said it would be fine for you sleep in with me,” you said sweetly.
He nodded silently, “I will be in soon. Even if I am not sleeping I will watch over you.”
His sudden concern for you made you go soft and you gave him a warm smile in the dark.
“That’s fine,” you said, barley above a whisper, and certainly not loud enough for him to have heard you.
You walked over to the bed and quickly pulled the covers back then slipped in between the layers, laying your head down on the pillow and settling down for the night.
As you lay there you became keenly aware of Aizawa’s clothes against your bare skin and and even more aware of the fact that you didn’t have any underwear on.
“I’m in bed, in his clothes, not underwear on, waiting for him to join me.”
Your nipples stiffened at the excitement building between your thighs and your heart started beating heavily as you lay there- a bundle of sleepless nerves.
Closing your eyes, you tried to breathe and relax, listening for Aizawa through the ruckus going on outside.
It wasn’t long before you heard Aizawa enter the room and you popped an eye open to see his shadowy figure approach the bed.
The mattress dipped as he applied his weight and a cool breeze wafted over your legs as the covers were raised for him to slip underneath.
“Sorry,” you whispered when his legs hit yours and you hurriedly tried to move them back a bit to make room for him.
“No apology needed,” he replied in a low voice, “just lay however you like, I want you to be comfortable.”
“Ok then, would lying on top of you be too forward?” You thought, your heart still beating wildly as he settled in beside you, your hand just brushing his bare shoulder, “you can move over more, put your head on the pillow.” You invited.
Without a word he shuffled his head over so that you were both on the same pillow- him laying on his back with you on your side facing him.
“Does my proximity make you uncomfortable, Y/N?” he asked you in a quiet raspy voice.
“No,” you whispered just before another clap of thunder shook the cabin.
“I can feel your heartbeat through the bed,” he stated, once the thunder had settled.
“Should I leave?” he asked in a low voice.
“No,” you replied, “ignore my heartbeat right now, the uh… storm is…”
“Are you afraid of storms?” he asked, turning his head to look at you in the dark.
“No… not I’m going to use it as a cover… don’t lie and say you’re scared of storms, Y/N.” you thought, before replying, “yeah… a little… I’m also a little shaken by the cabm almost collapsing on me…” you added softly caving very quickly to your embarrassment at being called out for being worked up.
I’m glad I got there in time. I had a bad feeling about letting you go. I’m sorry.” He rolled onto his side and reached for your hand that was near his shoulder then placed his on top of yours.
“Don’t apologize,” you whispered in reply, turning your hand over so that your palm was facing up and touching his.
Sexual tension suddenly ran high as you lay there holding hands and you gazed into his eyes, lightening- now in the distance, lighting the room up intermittently.
Neither of you broke eye contact as you lay there and you felt him shift a little in the bed then he lifted his head a little and slowly moved it towards yours.
You closed the gap as well and your parted lips met his, holding that position for a few seconds before you both pulled back and went in again, more urgently this time.
“Are we kissing? ARE WE KISSING?!”
His hand left yours and caressed your cheek firmly, his fingers gripping under your ear and down the side of your neck as his thumb pressed into your cheek.
“Holy fuck it’s happening! We’re kissing.”
Your brain short circuited as you opened your mouth a little more and inviting his tongue to toy with yours, a heavy make out session happening in the blink of an eye.
“He doesn’t waste any time,” you thought as you reached a hand out and pressed your fingertips to his upper abdominal muscles then dragged them down over each bump, heading for the top of his pants.
Aizawa lay you back, his upper body hovering over yours as his well defined biceps and shoulder muscles flexed, his tongue still rolling and sliding against yours.
As he rolled you onto your back, your hand slipped around to his back and reached up between his shoulder blades, digging your nails into him and dragging them down to the dimple at the base of his spine while your other hand reached around and slid up into his hair.