All This For A Shirt (Farkas)

 OTP Challenge Wearing Each Others Clothes

On the extremely rare occasion that I sleep even a few minutes later than usual, I wake with a startle, and find that Anna had gotten up and gone to the other room in order to take a bath and get dressed. Ideally sleeping a bit longer would have been nice, but that is no longer an option. Faintly I can hear Anna humming to herself and splashing around, but decide to stay where I am. There’s work to do after all today. From what I can make out it’s a traditional tune, Hanter Dro was always a pretty song.

Dragging myself out of bed with a yawn and a stretch I begin to look for my clothes, a bit of a morning ritual that occurs every so often, when we’re alone with nothing to do. A clean pair of trousers sits on a chair in the corner, whatever had been in our respective pockets on a table by the door along with shoes, and for the most part whatever else is needed sits tucked away in a wardrobe. That’s enough to at least begin getting dressed. Changing from the trousers I’d slept in I sit back down and begin to put on a clean pair of socks.

In the quiet I hear the splashing, along with the humming, has stopped, a sign Anna has gotten out of her bath. That’s good, we have things we should do today. Now I just need my shirt…

Getting up, having finished putting my socks on, I begin to look for it, and it couldn’t have gotten far from the bed. There doesn’t seem to be anything on the bed as I look through the sheets and pillows in case it had gotten tangled up somehow, and nothing under it when I check, either. Turning in a circle I scan the room, where could it have gone? The events of last night had been rather straightforward, as it was humid and we were both rather exhausted.

“Anna?” I call loud enough so she can hear me through the wooden door, which provides more sound buffering from the inside than the outside. “Have you seen my shirt at all?” I ask, scanning my eyes over the sheets again just in case I’d missed something. Unfortunately, no, there’s only messed up sheets from the night before, and…a stray sock? The runaway sock I put aside, but still there’s no sign of the other renegade piece of clothing, and one that’s arguably more important.

At that moment I hear the door open, and look up at the sound, stopping in my tracks.

“Your shirt?” Anna asks innocently, poking her head out of the doorway, as if she has not a single clue what I’m talking about.

So that’s where it went, Anna is wearing my shirt, partly laced up but mostly open, and seemingly very little if nothing else, however unlikely that may be. And it is very unlikely.

Staring at her for a second I finally come to my senses “My shirt, Anna…” She tilts her head slightly “Yes. What about it?” She asks, and at that moment moves away from the doorframe, as she moves the shirt falls a bit to one side, not enough to show much, but to leave more skin exposed than there had been before. The shirt is rather large for me, which makes it good for wearing under armor as it’s loose fitting, but since the two of us are roughly the same size, it is very obviously too big on her. However this means it also covers her up, for the most part. Though now I can see she is wearing a pair of short like underwear after all, underneath the shirt. “Can I have my shirt, please?” I ask as she approaches, and get a mock horrified expression in return “And leave me naked? How dare you, how scandalous. No. ” she replies, with a very obvious smirk.

Now that she’s close enough I take part of the shirts collar in my hand “You're forgetting last night then, that was somewhat scandalous by that logic wasn’t it? And it could very well happen again, but you’re all cleaned up.” At the memory she turns about five shades redder than she previously had been. At that moment I let go of the shirts collar, and step back. “So, can I have it back, please?” I repeat the question. Anna simply smirks “If you want it, you’ll have to catch it, and that means you’ll have to catch me!” As soon as she finishes the sentence she runs off, going down the stairs two at a time and lightly fleeing without any effort at all. So this is how the morning will go then? With a more complicated game of tag. “Anna! Anna, can I have my shirt back?! Len, come on- please?” I call, hurrying after her, trying to chase her down as we run through the house. “Like I said, if you want it, you’ll have to catch me!” She calls back, giggling slightly as she runs around.

After some time I catch her by surprise as she runs up the stairs and pull her into a hug “Caught you.” I say, reluctant to let go in case she decides she hasn’t had quite enough of our little game and decides to run off again, but Anna doesn’t seem to mind being hugged. “Can I have my shirt back now?” Anna makes a barely noticeable whining sound, as if she’s disappointed. With a ruffle of her hair, which is still slightly wet, I pick her up and bring her back into the other room, placing her on the bed. “You’re just trying to keep me in bed, aren’t you?” I ask, but not with any malicious intent, only out of fondness. Anna shrugs slightly and looks away “Maybe…” I hear her mumble. Leaning over I move a strand of hair out of her eyes, but otherwise sit near the edge of the bed, leaving her sprawled out. “You’re-“ Anna begins to say but then stops. “I’m what?” She looks at me intently “You’re being mean.” Anna pouts “Oh I’m being mean? And who’s the one who’s stolen my clothes and is refusing to give them back? Hmm?” Still, Anna stares at me, arms crossed, and refuses to move.

As a result, I simply pick her up and set her in my lap, holding her there and gently running a hand along her back as her head lulls against my shoulder, no longer upset. “Well, at least you kept it warm.” I murmur after a few moments, as I work on tugging the shirt back over her head, before blindly reaching out to the chest by the edge of the bed and grabbing an undershirt of hers. “You should get dressed too.” I say handing it to her and putting my own shirt on. With a disappointed sigh she gets dressed, at least partly, slipping on the undershirt. “Here’s an idea, you get dressed, then we go for breakfast, does that sound like a good enough plan? I’m pretty sure Evette made croissants the other day…” At the suggestion Anna agrees to get dressed. How to bribe a Breton 101 succeeds again, simply offer good food and/or books. Breakfast does sound like a good idea, after all, it’s nearly mid morning. And all this fuss over a shirt does make one at least a little bit hungry…