Static Between Us - 2-D x Reader

Chapter 7 - After Hours

It was around two in the morning when you felt the faintest shift in the air — like a presence hovering just outside your dreams. Your eyes fluttered open, but the darkness was still thick, the shapes in your room soft and fuzzy.

You blinked once, twice, and then you saw him...

2-D was standing in the doorway, staring down at you like he was weighing something heavy on his mind. His usual sleepy expression was gone, replaced by something raw — almost desperate. He looked like he'd been pacing the halls, wrestling with thoughts that wouldn't let him be.

For a moment, you just lay there, frozen, heart thumping like it could burst through your ribs. You flinched, but not because you were scared — more because you didn't expect to see him here, at this hour. Not really a surprise, but still.

Then, slow and careful, he stepped forward, and before you could even fully wake, he climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist like he needed to feel grounded, or maybe just close.

His eyes locked onto yours — wide, searching — and then his lips found yours.

It wasn't rushed or wild, but it was intense. Like all the words he hadn't said over the past hours, days, maybe years, were pouring out through that kiss.

Your hands moved up, resting on his shoulders, pulling him a little closer, matching the rhythm he set — slow, steady, like you were the only two people in the world.

For once, the chaos faded.

Just him, you, and that quiet, desperate kiss under the dim glow of the streetlight spilling through the curtains.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, his chest rising and falling quickly. Your own breathes were shallow, heart pounding louder than ever. His eyes didn't leave yours — dark pools full of something raw and honest, like he'd been holding this in for far too long.

"I... I've loved you for a while," he said quietly, voice cracking just a little. "More than I ever thought I would. I'm glad... glad I finally said it, finally showed you."

His words hit you like a wave, washing over every doubt and fear you didn't even know you had.

Without thinking, your hands slid down from his shoulders to rest lightly on his waist, then drifting lower to his sides. The warmth of his skin under your fingertips grounded you, and you looked up at him — really looked.

There was something so fragile and real in his gaze, like this was the start of something neither of you could've planned but both desperately needed.

And in that quiet room, with the world asleep outside, it felt like everything was finally making sense...

2-D leans back down, breath still shallow, and presses a soft kiss to your jaw. Then another, trailing slowly down your neck. His lips are warm and deliberate, almost like he's memorizing every inch of skin beneath them.

You feel his breath between kisses—hot and shaky—and your fingers, almost on instinct, slip under the hem of his shirt. The fabric bunches slightly as your hands find his sides. You squeeze gently, feeling the subtle tremble in his body, the way his muscles shift beneath your touch.

He exhales against your neck, the sound somewhere between a sigh and a quiet groan. His hands move to rest at your hips, grounding himself, like if he let go, he'd fall apart.