Static Between Us - 2-D x Reader

Chapter 8 - Morning Blurs

The morning light filtered through your window, soft and golden, but still too early for anyone to be awake. You blinked slowly, adjusting to the subtle brightness, and let out a tired sigh. Your head was cloudy—somewhere between sleep and awareness.

You shifted under the sheets, your back sore in a way that reminded you how real last night was, even if it felt like some hazy dream. You sat up slowly, letting the covers fall around your waist, and instinctively glanced down.

You were naked.

Your heart skipped.

So was he.

2-D laid beside you, half on his stomach, the side of his face smushed into your pillow. His dark blue hair was messy, a few strands stuck to his cheek, and his mouth was slightly open, breathing slow and even.

He looked peaceful. And that was strange... because you didn't feel peaceful.

You sat there for a while, just watching him sleep. Your fingers tugged nervously at the edge of the blanket in your lap as the events of the night before kept playing behind your eyes like flashes. That CD. His kiss. His voice shaking when he said he loved you.

And now, here he was.

His arm was stretched toward the spot where you had been lying just moments before, like his body was still reaching for you.

You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your hair, still not sure what to make of any of it. It didn't feel like a mistake—at least not to you. But the thought still crept in.

Would he feel the same when he woke up?

The clock on your nightstand glowed with an obnoxiously bright 6:08 AM. Way too early to get out of bed, but way too late to go back to sleep.

You stayed still. The world outside was beginning to stir, but your room was trapped in that strange in-between — not quite night, not quite day. The only sound was the faint hum of something electrical... maybe the old CD player still powered on.

Time ticked slowly.

6:36 AM.

The mattress shifted behind you.

You didn't turn — just kept staring ahead, letting your fingers play with the edge of the blanket. You heard a quiet breath, then a low, sleepy murmur.

Then his hand touched your waist.

Gentle. Lazy. Like it had a mind of its own before he was fully awake.

He tugged lightly, trying to coax you back toward him.

"...Come back," he mumbled, voice heavy with sleep.

You finally glanced over your shoulder. His eyes were only half-open, lids fluttering as he blinked up at you. The hand on your waist squeezed a little, slow and affectionate, thumb brushing your skin.

You didn't say anything at first. Just watched him.

His messy hair. The sleepy look on his face. The crease on his cheek from your pillow.

He blinked again, more aware this time. "You leavin'?" he asked, voice rough and quiet.

You shook your head slowly. "No."

"Then come here..." he whispered.

His grip on you tightened slightly, and before you could think twice, you let yourself fall back onto the bed, onto the sheets that still smelled like him, and his warmth, and the night before.

2-D immediately pulled you in. His arms wrapped around your middle, face burying itself in the crook of your neck. His breath was warm, steady now.

"Don't think I regret it," he said, so softly you almost didn't catch it.

Your heart did a slow, deep ache in your chest.

"...Okay," you murmured. Your hand lifted, threading gently through his hair.

You both laid there in silence, breathing in sync. His fingers made lazy circles on your back, half-conscious movements as his mind drifted somewhere between dreams and reality.

Your cheek rested against his collarbone, the slow rise and fall of his chest lulling you.

And then you remembered.

You shifted slightly, lifting your head. "Y'know we're... both still naked, right?"

2-D didn't even open his eyes. Just grunted, then pulled you closer like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go. "Don't care," he mumbled.

You snorted softly. "You should care. What if someone walks in?"

His lips brushed your hair as he whispered, "Let 'em. I just wanna be 'ere with you. Jus' like this."

His arms tightened around you. One hand drifted up your spine, slow and warm, while the other settled against you side again.

"I've waited too long t'hold you like this..." he murmured. "Not gonna waste it worryin' 'bout pants."

You smiled, tucking your face into his neck.

That was such a him thing to say.

So you let it go. Let yourself melt back into his embrace, the early morning still stretching thin across the windows, and the hush of the world pressing gently against the walls.