Dec 9, 2014
100 Words: Sometimes Caitlyn only wants to cuddle, and that's okay.
You’re a night owl but Caitlyn’s worse, a starlit chill waking you when she finally sighs into bed.
Second nature rouses you to your duty, taking her into your arms with the sleepy intent to chase the shiver from her skin with the heat of your lips.
But she hides from you, tucking herself small into your embrace, her lashes soft against your collar bone. Ah, so it’s one of those nights.
You reach to pull the blankets snug around you both, settling your arm protectively over her shoulder, guardian of her dreams. She warms against you all the same.