Late Nights, Strange Sounds - Michael Clifford
Summary: Michael can't wait to come home and complain about his day to his roommate, but when he comes home he can't seem to find her. Until he hears strange noises coming from her room...
Word Count: 5.8K (got a little carried away)
Warnings!!! SMUT, PiV, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, pervy Michael, pervy reader, choking, praise
Authors Note: I'm currently working on the requests in my inbox don't worry, BUT I had this idea and started writing it and it's one of my favourites so far so ENJOY!!!
It had been a long fucking day. Michael was exhausted, the boys had spent the entire morning, from 7:00 am until 4:00 pm messing around for the new album. He played the same guitar parts 4 times over, his hands were sore and aching. More than anything, he wanted to be home. Bitching to his roommate/best friend had become the part he looked forward to the most. She was always so sweet, listening to him complain about his bandmates and management. Half the time she didn’t even say anything, she just listened. It was nice.
When he walked in the door, she wasn’t in the living room as she normally was. He assumed she must be in her room, so he put his shoes away and went to go see what she was up to. When he was halfway down the hall he heard it. He thought he was imagining it at first, a small breathy sound coming from her room. Thinking maybe it was just a sigh or something he continued down the hall. But it continued, he could hear her whines from the other side of the door. Clearly, thinking she was alone and not worrying about keeping quiet.
Sure, he had heard her before. Mostly when she had brought people home, he usually just put his headphones on and ignored it. He was sure she did the same for him, but he couldn’t help but listen this time. It felt wrong. It was wrong. He was perving on her and she had no idea. He stopped in front of her door, the tent in his pants steadily growing as she got more worked up. She got louder, her small breaths turning into long drawn out moans. He had to stop himself from palming the bulge in his jeans. He imagined how she must look right now, face flushed, mouth dropped open, her hand- he stopped himself. His mind scolded him for thinking about her in that way, and then he heard it. “Michael.”
That went straight to his dick. His face flushed and he continued to his room right next to hers. Wanting nothing more than to hear it again, but he refused to let himself keep listening to her. He closed the door quietly, hoping she wouldn’t notice he was home. Right as he was about to put his headphones in, ready to blast his music to try and get his raging boner under control he heard it again. Her soft, sweet voice moaning his name. Imaging it was him instead of her. He allowed his mind to wander again as his hand drifted to his jeans. Pulling them off and situating himself on the bed, it was right against the wall. He could still hear everything. She was whining now, his eyes closed as he imagined her.
His hand slid into his boxers, her sounds still filling his ears as stroked himself. She was repeating his name over and over again. His hand sped up, his lip was between his teeth as he tried to keep himself quiet. “Oh, Mikey” That was it for him. The muffled sound of the sweet nickname falling from her lips between angelic moans. He was close, just a few more strokes and he would be right there with her. “Fuck” he heard her mumble, much different from the sounds she had been making before. He continued, the image of her still in his mind and he came all over his hand. He made quick work of cleaning himself up and sticking his headphones in. Pretending to be asleep so he could claim he didn’t hear a thing.
Her bed was creaking, she was getting up. His breathing had yet to slow down but he threw the blanket over himself and sprawled out on the bed.
Soft feet padded to the kitchen, seeing his shoes her eyes widened. Fearing she was heard she quickly, but still quietly, walked over to his room. He could hear the door open, but didn’t dare to move. She let out a sigh of relief at his sleeping form with his headphones tucked into his ears. She walked back to her room, still reeling. She flopped on her bed and closed her eyes. That could never happen again.
Eventually, Michael did actually end up falling asleep. After the day he’d had he was more than happy to take a nap. When it passed 6:00 she decided to wake him up, she had ordered dinner and gotten out a bottle of sweet wine.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. “Mikey, I ordered takeaway.” The nickname caused him to open his eyes, his mind going back to earlier. He blinked a few times and looked at her. She had stolen one of his shirts from the laundry and was wearing shorts that left little to the imagination. Once he realized he had totally just checked her out, he answered her. “Chinese?” He mumbled, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. She laughed, “Yes. I got your stupid chicken balls too” He rolled over, the blanket falling down to around his waist. His full chest and abdomen were uncovered and she shamelessly looked at him.
Since they had first moved in together she found herself attracted to him. He was sweet, funny and had a certain confidence that pulled her in. Of course, she had seen him shirtless before. Lots of times, and every time she practically drools at the sight of him. Her unsatisfying masturbation and undying need for him didn’t help this time. He rolled over completely on his back, giving her a full view of his v-line, the blanket stopping right before where she assumed his boxers to be. If he was wearing any…Her eyes focused on it, unable to pull them away, heat pooled in her stomach as she stood up pressing her thighs together. Trying and failing to will the feeling away.
“Ugh, you’re an angel. Let me put some clothes on and I'll be right there.” He squinted at her as he sat up in bed. Taking away her gorgeous view. Or don’t she thought. He chuckled, shit. Did she say that out loud? She retreated quickly after that. Unable to stay in that room with his beautiful body on display like that.
When she got to the kitchen she grabbed a glass and was not light handed when pouring her wine. Not that alcohol would help her at all. She was a touchy drunk, and while her mind screamed to jump his bones at all times, the alcohol made it a lot harder to resist the thought. But she took a large sip anyway, grabbing the takeaway containers and bringing them to the couch. She knew that having to sit and stare at him during dinner was not an option tonight. Her overwhelming desire was too strong, she needed to chill out.
When he came out of his room, he was wearing a pair of pajama pants extremely low on his hips and a ratty cut off t. She could see the thick lines of his tattoos and the rest of his toned arms. She watched as he reached for the wine, his tank top betraying his and exposing his entire side. She couldn't take her eyes off of him as he grabbed his glass and his food. He sat back, not looking at her. “It’s been a day. Thank you for ordering. I think I would've killed you if you had decided that we needed to make something big together.” She didn’t say anything, just locked her eyes onto the box in front of her and began to eat her food.
She hardly wanted it anymore, deciding in her mind that he would be a much better meal than the shitty Chinese food. But he wasn’t on the menu, so she pressed play on the TV allowing some animated show to fill the room. She continued nursing her wine, quickly pouring herself more once she had reached the bottom of the glass. “Do you wanna tell me about your day?” She asked, one glass of wine had helped her calm down for the moment. “Ugh, just the same old shit yanno? Everyone's tired, everyone's upset. And fucking Luke made me play the same fucking part 6 times..” She was staring at his face now, despite being consistently stuffed with noodles it was still gorgeous. She could see his long lashes every time he looked away from her face to pick up more noodles. Her eyes settled on his hands as they picked at what was in the box as he spoke.
He trailed off, noticing she hadn’t said anything in a while. His eyes followed her line of sight before falling on his own hands. He had seen her staring before, never feeling the need to point it out. He still didn’t so he carried on talking, sure she must be hearing only half of what he was saying. He was just happy to let it all out. She nodded along with his words, letting out sounds of agreement, eventually stopping to look at his face rather than his hands.
She seemed to have remembered her own food and began shoveling her own noodles into her mouth. Now listening attentively without distraction. The show had been forgotten in their conversation, and when they had both finished eating they set the now empty containers on the table. Both still sipping their wine as the conversation flowed as it usually did. “Oh! I picked up some ice cream earlier. We already ate like shit, might as well pig out right?” She stood up a little too quickly, losing her balance slightly, but she felt a warm hand on her thigh. Steadying her, she immediately forgot what she was doing and looked at where Michael's hand was on her bare upper thigh. The heat returned to her stomach, the feeling going right between her thighs. “You okay?” He asked, as if his hand was not still on her thigh. She nodded and finally got moving back towards the kitchen. “Uhm, I've been meaning to ask you. What time did you get home today?”
His mind went back to earlier, surely that’s what she was asking. He tried to make it so nothing showed on his face, “Around 4:00, 4:30 maybe, why?” He feigned ignorance, but his mind remembered why. It was like he could still hear her, moaning his name, moaning for him. Her face turned red, “No reason, just didn’t hear you come in is all” Her back was turned to him now, he craned his neck to watch her walk to the freezer. Her ass almost fully out of her sleep shorts, and he was looking. The crease between her ass and her thigh was addicting to watch, her hips swaying as she walked. He looked her up and down before turning back as she puttered around looking for spoons. She came back, pint in hand with two spoons. He moved to sit closer to her, their legs now nestled against one another. The proximity made him crazy, the heat of her leg against his was burning. He could still feel how her thigh felt under his hand, and could still hear her voice in his head.
He looked at her, flushed face clearly embarrassed. Still worried he had heard something he shouldn’t have. Which he did, and was ashamed to admit his actions due to what he heard.
When the two of them finally decided it was a good idea to get ready for bed, they went through the usual motions. Putting the rubbish away, putting dishes in the sink and heading to the bathroom to brush their teeth. She had never realized just how domestic it seemed, getting ready for bed together. She supposed it’s what all roommates did, but she was also quite sure if he was sharing with any of his bandmates they would not be standing side by side brushing their teeth. He looked over at her in the mirror, she wiped her face and grabbed her hair brush.
“Want me to do that?” It wasn’t the first time he’d offered. It had become a thing between the two of them. Michael had told her he wanted to learn how to braid hair so she taught him. She supposed brushing her hair wasn’t included in that, but he was willing and she was happy to not have to do it herself.
He grabbed the brush from her hand, their fingers touching. She could feel how warm his hands were, just like they were earlier when one was on her thigh. She closed her eyes as he held the base of her hair and began gently running the brush through. She knew there would be quite a few knots, cause she hadn’t brushed her hair yet. He moved up slightly, moving his hand to hold it in place and to stop it from hurting as much, but he let go to begin going from her scalp to the ends. The first pass there was no issues, no knots, but as he moved over the next section the brush caught on a rather large knot. Her head pulled back and a gasp, sounding too similar to her gasps from earlier slipped out of her mouth. She slapped her hand over her mouth as he whispered sorry and continued brushing her hair. Careful to brush through the knot without hurting her anymore. His breath fanned over her ear, making her realize just how close he was to her. In another pass, the brush got stuck once more, this time the sound was much quieter but still not the right one to be coming from her given that he was only brushing her hair. He muttered sorry in her ear once more.
The sounds surprised him, just as much as they intrigued him. He had half the mind to do it again just to hear the way her breath caught as the strands were tugged on. But he didn’t, opting to finish the job and separated her hair into three even strands. He set the brush down and ran his fingers through his sections. Despite the brushing his hand got stuck right near the base of her head, she managed to keep the sound in this time. “Sorry angel” He murmured right into her ear, she kept her hand pressed to her mouth and squished her thighs together. The sound of his quiet, gravely voice bouncing around her head.
Once he finished the braid, he turned her to be facing him and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist, allowing her head to rest just below his neck, “Thank you Mikey” her words half muffled into his chest, the smell of his cologne filled her nose as he held her close. The smell alone could send her into a tizzy, without everything else that had happened tonight. When he finally let go, they each went to their rooms.
The heat between her thighs had become unbearable. She sighed as she entered her room, throbbing with need. Usually she wouldn’t jerk off at all, let alone twice in one day, but everything that happened tonight had made it impossible not to. She made sure to wait, hoping that he would be asleep or entranced in something else and wouldn’t hear her. She was still unsure if he was asleep, she had no way of knowing but she couldn’t ignore it anymore. She pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal her boobs and slid her hands down her body. Her eyes closed, trying to imagine the feeling of Michael’s calloused hands touching her just like that. She stopped at the top of her shorts, teasing herself just as she imagined he would, before slipping them fully under her shorts. She was too enveloped in what she was doing at first to hear the small grunts coming through the wall.
As her finger slowly circled her clit, still not fully giving into her desire she heard him. Little grunts, he was clearly trying and failing to be quiet about it. She pressed her ear to the wall, desperate to hear more from him. She felt wrong about what she was doing, but god did it feel good. She finally touched the most sensitive part of her, shuddering at the feeling. She heard him let out a delicate moan, and her eyes closed again. A finger slipped inside her, she gasped, moaning in sync with him as she pumped her fingers in and out of herself.
On the other side of the wall, he could hear her too. He knew now that she could hear him, he still kept it quiet but wasn’t as careful as he let the profanities and obscene sounds leave his lips. His hand moved faster as she got louder too, pumping himself at a quick pace. Eyes screwed shut imaging it was her instead, that her delicate warm hand was wrapped around his cock squeezing him just right. “Fuck baby, I’m so close” he groaned out, “Oh, oh so close” she replied to him, just where he was. He imagined them coming together but the noises from her end had stopped. He came with a grunt, all over his hand for the second time that day.
When they woke up in the morning, they didn’t talk about it. It was awkward as he walked into the kitchen where she was making breakfast. Still in those goddamn sleep shorts that were driving him crazy. He snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she stood at the stove, it was something he had done before, but this time she practically jumped as she felt him rest his head on her shoulder.
The rest of the day went as it usually did, Michael left and came back. They ate dinner together, got ready for bed and went to their rooms. Michael’s hand drifted to the elastic band of his pants again, already half hard from their hug in the hallway. She had whispered goodnight to him, her lips impossibly close to his neck, god he felt like a horny teenager. He supposed that’s what he was, but usually he was able to keep himself in line. Secretly he hoped she was doing the same, praying for a repeat of last night. Once he heard her first gasp, he spat in his hand and began pumping himself. Thrusting up into his hand, even more desperate than before. The need for her had only grown, wanting to hear her loud and clear and not through a wall. To see her face as she came undone. No longer having to imagine what she’s doing, or pretend it’s her.
Once again, things were awkward when they woke up. Once was something to ignore, but twice? At some point they were going to have to talk about it. But if she was ignoring it then he sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up.
When he got back from the studio, he walked into the living room and heard her again. She was being loud, he wasn’t as careful to be quiet this time. Curious, if she knew he was home, would she stop? He walked over to her room, noticing the door was open and gasped at the sight of her halfway beneath the blanket, writhing. Just as he’d imagined, face flushed, mouth open. “Mikey” she moaned out, his eyes were on the hand he could see moving beneath the blanket, when he looked up, she was looking right at him. In that moment, he could’ve died. He looked down to see the obvious bulge in his jeans, as he stepped in the room and closed the door she stopped. Her face getting redder, she wanted to get caught. “Oh come on princess, don’t let me stop you. Keep going.” A smirk spread across his face as he watched her face fall slightly. He motioned for her to keep going, and slowly she did.
Working her way back up, “Are you close sweetheart?” He asked as he began moving towards the bed, she nodded, not stopping what she was doing. “Go on then,” Her face twisted into a pout, “Can’t” she was quiet, he almost didn’t hear her. “You can’t? How come?” Now sitting on the bed next to her, “I can’t, can’t do it myself” He could hear the frustration in her voice. “How come?” He grabbed her face gently, guiding her to look at him. “Dunno, never could” She avoided his eyes, he stared back at her. “Poor thing, do you want some help?” His voice was sincere, she could moan at just the sound of it. She nodded, the words getting stuck in her throat. “Lemme see you” Her face turned red at the idea, her hands coming up to cover her face. “Aw, why are you getting all shy on me. Weren’t so shy when you were moaning my name, hoping I would come in and find you. All desperate and needy” She whined, she knew she was being pathetic but she was willing to do anything to have him on top of her.
She pulled away the blanket, her shorts were pulled down to her mid thigh, legs spread. “You look gorgeous baby,” He pulled away the blanket completely, slotting himself between her thighs, “Wait,” he paused where he was, unmoving. “Will you kiss me? Please” The word sounded sinful coming out of her pouty pink lips, he obliged happily. Leaning in and capturing her lips with his. They were jagged from the way she had been biting them but still impossibly soft. They moved against his with ease, she poked her tongue at his lips, desperate to get into his mouth. He opened up and her tongue greedily explored every inch of his mouth. He groaned at the feeling, her hands were everywhere. Slipping under his shirt, sliding over his abdomen, up his chest, down his arms, anywhere she could reach. He pulled away, “So desperate, want me to take care of you now?” His hand still cupped her jaw, while the other went under her tanktop groping at the skin there. “Yes please Michael. Please please” Her mind was thinking of nothing but him. The feeling of his hands, of his mouth as he pulled her top off and mouthed all over her breasts. Careful to stop at each nipple, given them equal attention as her back lifted off the bed and arched into him. “Mikey, take your clothes off, please” every word she said sounded like a whine, a plea.
He took his shirt off and his pants followed. There was a large tent in his boxers and her eyes went straight for it, they flicked up to his face as she practically drooled over him. He chuckled, continued his action of taking off her shorts. He kissed the inside of her thighs, she was wiggling above him, desperate for friction, anything. Anything. But he continued sucking, bitting, and kissing her inner thighs, right next to where she really wanted him. She relished in the sensation of him kissing all over her, but she was ready to start begging for him to touch her where she really wanted. But just as she was about to open her mouth, the words died in her throat as he finally licked between her folds. It was slow and teasing, agony. She let out a pathetic whine as he did the same once more before fully diving into her.
There were stars behind her eyes, she kept trying to keep her eyes open. Desperate to watch the man between her legs as he ate her out, but the pleasure building in her stomach kept her eyes screwed shut. She gripped his hair tightly, practically grinding against his face, chasing the release she so desperately needed. “Mikey, please- don’t stop, I'm so close.” He hummed against her, slipped a skilled finger into her. Her back arched off the bed, a second finger joined the first, already she felt so full. His long fingers reached spots inside her that she never could. With a few pumps in and out she was gone. His name fell off her lips like a prayer as he continued to work her through her orgasm.
It took her a second to come back, her vision still spotty. “Hi” he said sweetly, as if he hadn’t just eaten her out like she was his last meal. She smiled at him and motioned for him to lay beside her. Once he had, she connected their lips once more, she could taste herself on him. She moaned into his mouth, he pulled away, a questioning look on his face. “So, just now, that’s the first time you’ve come in the last 3 days?” Her face was red with embarrassment, not really wanting to answer the question. “Uhm, yeah, I’ve never been able to come from jerking off” She got quieter as she continued talking, “Then why torture yourself?” She rolled her eyes, “It can still be good even if you don’t finish.” Her hand was on his bare chest, he shrugged. “Yeah, but you’re just edging yourself forever until you can get someone to do it for you. I’d die.” His face seemed genuinely concerned, she snickered at him. “It’s okay, I’m hoping I won’t have to worry about that so much anymore…” she trailed off, her eyes raking up and down his form.
She pulled him back in for another kiss as her hand began moving up and down his torso. She sighed as she felt the muscles in his stomach tighten as her hand moved lower, “Mikey, can I suck you off?” His eyes widened at the question, clearly she had gained some confidence. “Yes, god yes please”
He was the desperate one now, begging for her to touch him. He felt hot all over, painfully hard from eating her out, aching to be touched. She situated herself between his legs, kissing down his abs and stopping at the waistband of his boxers. She looked up at him, his head was back and his eyes were screwed shut. He looked up at her as she toyed with the band, nodding quickly, praying she’d free him from his tight underwear. She pulled them off, he lifted his hips to make it easier for her. She ogled at him, he was big. Michael had the prettiest dick she had ever seen, not that she would have ever described a penis as pretty before, but it truly was. Her hand wrapped around the base of it and his head went back against the pillow, a groan leaving his lips. The sound music to her ears, she licked the head of it and he groaned once again.
When she finally took him fully in her mouth he thought he could’ve died. The feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, sure he was no stranger to getting head, but the buildup over the last few days made it euphoric. She took as much as she could before she began bobbing her head up and down, sounds he had never made before were steadily leaving his lips. He already felt his release coming but he held off, not wanting this to end so quickly. He looked down at her, her mouth full of his cock, her big eyes staring back at him, it became much harder to stave off his orgasm at the sight. But he kept his eyes on her, he bucked up involuntarily, his dick hitting further in her throat as she gagged on him, but never pulled off or stopped. “Oh fuck angel” his hand came the back of her head, not forcing her but guiding her. She doubled her efforts, her tongue licking the underside of him, swirling the head and pushing him further and further down his throat. “You gotta stop” His sentence punctuated with a loud groan, "I'm so close” but that didn’t stop her, she continued everything she was doing until she finally felt him spill down her throat. Swallowing every drop, not missing a beat.
His breathing was ragged as she pulled off of him, his face and chest flushed as she looked up at him sweetly. He could feel himself getting hard again already, “You have a crazy head game” He said as he smiled down at her, she smirked up at him “I could say the same about you” He dragged her to be beside him once more and kissed her. It was much different than the ones before, he was bruising, gripped hips as he flipped them over. “You wanna keep going?” He asked as his hand flicked her nipple, “Yes. Need you so bad Mikey” Fuck. She was going to kill him, her sweet voice drenched in sensuality as she pleaded with him. “Of course darling,” He began toying with her clit, her fingers rough. Already spent from her earlier orgasm she could only manage pathetic whines as she waited for him to enter her again. “Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking about earlier while I get you ready” He began kissing down her neck, the words stuck in her throat as he nipped at her surely leaving marks that she would have to cover up. “Come on baby, I wanna know” he said teasingly as she swallowed hard. “I-“ She was cut off by a moan as he went back to circling her clit, fingers dancing lower now teasing her entrance. But he stopped moving, waiting for her to keep talking. “I was thinking about this, your fingers” She stopped as another moan ripped through her, his fingers finally inside her. “Yeah? Just my fingers?” She shook her head no, “Thinking about you doing whatever you wanted to me, fucking me until I can’t think” His fingers moved in and out of her, brushing her g-spot. He angled his hand, his fingers slamming into her again as he rammed the spot inside of her. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer, her hands gripped his arms as he curled his fingers just right.
He watched her face contort in pleasure, drinking up every sound she made. He pulled his fingers out of her, a high pitched whine left her lips. “Rubber?” He asked, she shook her head. “I’m clean, and on the pill” He could groan just at the thought of feeling every inch of her, with nothing in the way. He lined himself up with her hole, gently pushing in. “If anything hurts you tell me okay?” His hand caressed her cheek, far too sweet for the predicament they’re in, she nodded and kept her hands steady on his biceps. They both moaned once he had fully bottomed out.
She had been with other guys before, but no one as big as Michael. She felt so full, so satisfied. He pulled out and she almost whined again at the loss of the feeling but he quickly slammed back into her. Her breath knocked out of her chest, her nails scratched down his back, his name on her lips like a prayer. “Doing so good angel, feel so good”
He was just as lost as she was, his eyes shut tight as he pushed in and out of her. When he opened his eyes the sight before him was one that wouldn’t leave his mind ever. Her hair splayed out on the pillow, her mouth open, sounds steadily falling out of it, and her hands across his back trying to keep herself grounded. He could feel the scratches from her nails down his back, it all just added to the feeling. He rested his thumb on her lips, and she was quick to draw it into her mouth, gently sucking as he continued to plow into her. He could feel the vibration of her moans, she clenched down on him and his head dropped to her shoulder. “Mikey, i’m so close i’m so close, please” her last word was drawn out, her voice quiet and needy in his ear. Her lips now wet with her own saliva, she was whining now. “What do you need baby, what is it”
She was hesitant but grabbed his hand, pressing it onto her neck, “Fuck angel, you’re a wet dream” he gently squeezed her neck and she moaned even louder. He was so close, on the edge of his orgasm but wanting her to finish first. She came with a moan of his name, her back arching off the bed. He could feel her clenching around him, “Where do you want me?” She didn’t say anything, just wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. She moaned as she felt him fill her up, he stilled inside her not wanting to hurt her. She watched his face as he looked at her, his hair sticking to his forehead. “You’re so beautiful Mike” She reached out and touched his face gently, her chest still moving up and down as she breathed heavily. He tucked his face into the crook of her neck, kissing some of the marks he had left there. He gently pulled out of her, she hissed and he mumbled an apology.
He got up off of her and went to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth. When he came back, she was exactly as he left her. Her eyes were closed, but once she heard him come in she looked at him. “Hi angel, I'm gonna clean you up okay? This is gonna suck” He ran the warm cloth between her legs and she whined as he did, writhing under him. “I know I know, he kissed her forehead and wiped himself down. He threw the cloth in the laundry and quickly wrapped himself around her, “Mikey, what does this mean for us” Her hand traced over his tattoos, she looked up at him sweetly, “I think we’ve been dancing around it for a while” His eyes met hers as he spoke, “I don’t want to label it yet, but I don’t want to share you with anyone else” He nodded at her words, happy to have whatever this was between them. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had by the way” He admitted openly, smiling down at her. “Me too” She nuzzled into his neck, kissing him gently.
“Want takeaway for dinner?” The amusement was clear in his voice, “I want to take a nap, so please shut up” And he did, wrapping himself around her carefully and falling into the best sleep he’s had in days.
