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I just wanted to write a drabble cus Keith deserves it.
(Sleepy/Cuddly!KeithxSleepy!Reader)
You blink slowly, mind sluggish and barely operating.
Your eyes squint at the unwelcomed light filtering through your single window, wanting the tendrils of sleep to stop retreating and wrap around your concious again. Instead you just groan into your pillow, shifting in the small space on your mattress.
You jump as something tightens around abdomen, dragging you farther from the edge of the bed.
Oh, right.
Keith mumbles incoherently, head nestling inbetween your shoulder blades before going still, arms becoming limp again. His body was radiating heat, familiar warmth seeping through your T-shirt from his bare chest. It was comforting, soothing even. It made you want to cuddle up to him and fall asleep like you did last night.
Unfortunately, it was damn near impossible for you to fall back asleep after waking so there was no chance you were going to be able to fulfill that dream.
You would have dwelled on your inability to slumber if it weren't for the horrible taste in your mouth. Morning breath: Yuck. You exhale shallowly, not daring to risk smell your own dragon breath.
Crinkling your nose out of reflex you start easing your way out of Keith's limp embrace, planning on brushing your teeth before scrambling back to his arms.
Before you can even move two inches the grip around you tightens, dragging you back just like before.
Keith whines into your back this time, displeased. You roll your eyes, smiling smally to yourself.
Reaching a hand back blindly you ruffle his hair.
"Keith I gotta get up."
"No."
"Keith-"
Groaning loudly into your back Keith cuts you off again before mumbling, "You owe me."
You nearly laugh in confusion.
"What?"
"You owe me." Keith mumbles again, voice drowsy but insistent.
"Since when?" You ask incredulously, unsure if you were laughing or simply puzzled.
Keith's head pulls away from your back, popping up from behind your shoulder so he could pout to your face.
"You didn't cuddle with me after dinner yesterday like you said you would..."
You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling at Keith's sleepy eyes and sulky expression because of course he was that petty.
Ruffling his hair again you coo at him, voice a little dramatic.
"Aww, was my baby sad he didn't get cuddled?"
If Keith notices your exaggerated tone he doesn't seem to care because he just nods into your shoulder, humming sadly in agreement.
"I was looking forward to it."
You frown at that statement, it bothering you more than it should.
"Well," You murmur, butting his nose with yours, "We can cuddle all morning if you want, but I have to brush my teeth."
Keith scowls, grip tightening around you.
"No."
You raise an eyebrow at him before blowing air in his face.
You laugh as his nose crinkles in disgust, yelping as he pushes you out of his arms.
"Fine. But you better come right back here when your done!"
You giggled the whole way to the bathroom, as you brushed your teeth, and even when you got back under covers.
You eventually stopped when Keith nuzzled into your chest, little spooning himself into you. You fed your arms around him, resting one hand in his hair, before relaxing into his comforting grip as he kissed sweetly at your neck.
And, just as you offered, you snuggled into eachothers arms for the rest of the morning.
