Snuggles

[buckynats]

snuggle with someonespecial

What better time than these cool, crisp mornings or rapidly lengthening nights to jump right under a warm blanket with that irreplaceable person in your life? Even if you're not sleeping together - heck, even if you've not been straight with your feelings and you're not officially an "item" - there's nothing wrong with cuddling up. Grab a book, get some hot cocoa, turn on the TV (if you're in an era where the tube's available), or just enjoy each other's presence on the couch or in the bed.

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[andtherewaswar]

Michael makes a vague sound in response, an amalgamation of syllables that don't quite add up to words but that seem positive just the same. He stirs but only enough so that he can inch closer to the heat at his back, towards Ben. For once, he feels warm and that ever present tension in his sloped shoulders and knotting his spine seems to have melted away.

It is, in a word, Heaven.

He doesn't remember the last time he felt this safe, so completely unafraid, not even before he first came to Earth. It's a blessed reprieve, a haven. That's what this last week has been for him, a small island of calm in the otherwise tumultuous sea of his life, when he'd started to feel like he was drowning.

Without opening his eyes, he feels for the comforter that's slid down to his waist at some point, tugs up to cover the both of them with a sigh.

[flyboytwopointoh]

He wasn't sure how long they laid together in the bed, just curled up with one another. Eventually he managed to make his way out of the bed to wash his face and go make a pot of coffee for the two of them.

Ben wasn't bothered that he was mostly undressed, there was nothing that Michael hadn't seen before.

Once the coffee was done, Ben fixed two cups to return to the bedroom.

It was odd how safe he felt, how at ease he was. It was a feeling that he hadn't really been allowed to have.

[andtherewaswar]

The pervasive smell of fresh coffee and the loss of what's been a constant warmth next to him is enough to rouse Michael by the time Ben makes it back. He twists around in the sheets to blink up at him, eyes half-closed and hair a riotous mess against the pillows. If Ben left him to it, he could quite easily fall back to sleep again.

"Hey," he greets, wriggling just a bit deeper under the comforter like he thinks Ben might try to drag him out from under it, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He can't remember feeling this content. Not since before the rebellion, at least, or probably before his mom was cast into Hell and, sobering as the thought is, it doesn't make his stomach clench like it normally does.

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben sat on the bed tucked himself against the headboard as he watched Michael. With a smile he handed over the cup of coffee.

"Hey... sleep okay?"

He was positive that Michael was like a human safety blanket. Ben liked the feeling. He took a sip of his coffee before reaching out and stroking his fingers over the man's cheek.

Ben was finding he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay wrapped up in Michael. He was happy, so incredibly happy and... And he never wanted to let go of this feeling.