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(Y/n) let out a long yawn as she walked through the hallways of Pomefiore at half-past six A.M. Being the second of December, it was still dark outside, the moon was clearly visible in the black sky already devoid of stars and there was an icy cold that had made her nose numb and red, her fingers stiff and she had shivers that still ran through her from top to bottom despite the fact that she was already in the arms of the warm shelter that the dormitory of the Beautiful Queen offered her.
What she was doing at that moment she would not do for anyone else in the world, except for the person who had his birthday that day. Moaning softly, she wondered why her boyfriend had to be born on such a cold day and why she had become stubborn in having to surprise him early in the morning, showing up at the door of his room with a handmade cake. In any case, she had now arrived and what she had in front of her was the room of her hunter. She knocked three times.
"Oui? Who is it?", a voice too much awake for so early in the morning answered her from behind the door and she felt frustrated at the idea of having to announce herself: she wanted to surprise him, so she hoped he would open the door for her; instead, she was forced to ruin her plans.
"Rook, it's me."
She stuck her ear to the door just in time to hear him exclaim to himself "chérie!", surprised to know she was there. "Come in," he invited her in a higher tone, so (Y/n) pushed the door and, after only half a step, she froze with her eyes wide open.
Rook was busy checking that the uniform he was supposed to wear soon was clean and well ironed, and that the gloves didn't have any new holes, so he was delaying to look at her, but (Y/n) was dismayed to see how he was dressed.
"What the hell... Are you wearing?" she mumbled shocked, instantly forgetting why she was there.
Rook hurriedly left the clothes on the chair and then approached her and gave her a kiss on her lips. "Bonjour, mon amour. What a surprise to see you here early in the morning."
(Y/n) didn't answer him, too shocked by that clothing. Did Rook seriously sleep like that? With a white and flared pajama shirt, more like an ugly nightgown stolen from some grandma, and with a terrible hat with pom-poms on the tip? Rather than a person who had just gotten out of bed, he looked like a cosplayer of Ebenezer Scrooge from "The Christmas Carol".
"Don't tell me you sleep like that," she burst out suddenly, startling the hunter.
He looked at his clothes, finding nothing wrong, and then answered, "Yes, why?"
"Oh my God!" she blurted out, moving away from him. She walked around him, followed by the boy's confused look, and strode to the desk on which she placed the cake. "Your sense of style definitely didn't come with you, did it?"
He looked at that sort of nightgown again. "Why?" he asked again, more and more confused by this reaction.
(Y/n) leaned with her butt on the edge of the desk and rubbed her forehead with one hand, watching the fashionable disaster her boyfriend was at the moment. It is true that when it comes to sleeping, you don't pay so much attention to aesthetics as to comfort, but there is still a limit. A pajama set: that's what she had to give him, instead of the handmade cake.
"You can't seriously sleep in that... stuff!", she gestured at him with her entire hand, "even the hat!", she added, clearly exasperated.
Rook raised his eyes upwards, where the hat was, then smiled at her widely. "Don't you like it?"
(Y/n) shook her head, with increasing energy, accompanied by an almost disgusted expression. "No. No, definitely not." She moved away from the desk and began to command: "Take everything off. Please take it all off," she said, gesturing toward the terrible pajamas in its entirety, avoiding looking at it once more.
She passed him again as Rook slipped his hat off his head and turned to follow her with his eyes. (Y/n) closed the door of the room that had been left open, and as soon as she turned abruptly, she found a smiling hunter too close to her, so much so that he had already locked her between himself and the door she had just closed. His long fingers began to work on the first buttons of his shirt and (Y/n) had been immobilized by that deep gaze that made her feel like a little, cornered animal in a cage.
"Chérie, if you wanted to see me naked, just tell me, there was no need to insult my pajamas," the smile widened when he reached the end of the buttons and raised his arms so that he could take off his shirt without turning it upside down.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes for a moment, but recovered quickly. "I didn't want to see you naked, it's just that those pajamas are really terr-", the words died in her throat as soon as Rook took off his shirt, giving her the full close-up view of his toned torso and freckled shoulders.
Now that she was looking closer, she noticed that Rook wasn't wearing makeup at all, allowing his freckles to show themselves in all their beauty. She had been so distracted by the atrocity of pajamas he wore, that she hadn't noticed at all the eyes without any eyeliner or eyeshadow that usually adorned him during the day, and his cheeks were dotted here and there with the little spots that (Y/n) loved to kiss and that Rook knew drove her crazy. Perhaps it was for that reason that every other thought had died instantly, replaced by a cerebral emptiness and a pleasant tension in her lower abdomen.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" she turned her attention away from him, turning it to a random corner of the room.
"You are the one who told me to take everything off. And that's what I'm doing," he replied placidly, with the same omnipresent seraphic smile. His hands had already begun to fiddle with the elastic of his pants and a second later they were pushed down on the floor and Rook stepped out with two elegant movements. Only the boxer remained which (Y/n) was sure would not be removed like the other garments. After all, she had asked him to take off his pajamas, not to undress, so she blushed suddenly as soon as she came back to consider him and found him without even a scrap pf clothing to cover him.
"Happy now?", the hunter continued to smile at her calmly, apparently perfectly at ease in finding himself in those conditions in front of his girlfriend, who just couldn't resist the impulse to slide her gaze on the member between his legs. "Chérie...", the note of prayer in his voice betrayed the calm appearance. He was actually embarrassed, so (Y/n) went back to look him in the emerald eyes to put him at ease. "Please don't stare at me like that."
That gaze, so clear and loving, those thin lips pulled by the sweet smile, those freckles, which framed the face as if it were a masterpiece recognized by few. The only flaw was the total lack of style, but she would take care of that from then on and start by buying him a new pajamas. But for the moment a much greater force was pushing her to act and surrender to instinct, so she grabbed his cheeks unceremoniously and threw her lips on his, in a kiss that immediately started as passionate and deep and to which Rook wasted no time in responding.
Ignoring that he was totally naked, (Y/n) moaned with pleasure as her boyfriend's strong arms wrapped around her waist and pressed her against him. To her surprise, it was easy for her to ignore the shaft that was growing against her thigh, absorbed in the kiss with each passing moment.
She moaned, moaned his name, and Rook lost control in an instant: he grabbed her by her buttocks, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and carried her to the bed, where he laid her down and knelt between her legs.
"Mon amour, if you don't want it, we can stop," he declared from below, in a pose similar to a marriage proposal.
(Y/n) focused on him, in particular on the erection already clearly visible between his legs, despite the fact that they had only exchanged a passionate kiss and little more. She felt proud: only she was capable of making him lose control of his body in that way. She grabbed the back of his head, forced him to rise until she could kiss him again and found herself caged by the hands that had sunk into the mattress to remain hovering over her.
"Rook, stop thinking. Just do it," she told him categorically when they broke away and Rook nodded.
"So this was the birthday present you planned for me?"
(Y/n) glanced at the still-wrapped cake that lay on the desk, left to fend for itself. "Actually the gift was a cake made with my own hands. Then I absolutely have to buy you new pajamas, but this too...", she grinned mischievously, "this is not bad either: take it as your third gift". So she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her, falling together on the mattress, to start Rook's day in the sweetest and hottest way.