You curl up into your F/O - your partner, you think, with a comforting finality. They’re warm all around you, and their arms fall around your body like vines curling around a marble statue - soft and caressing, yet still inevitable and strong and sure. Their arms feel heavy, like an anchor tethering you here. You let your head fall into the space between their neck and their shoulder, your weight leaned completely on theirs. Their arms tighten as if to tell you you’re not going anywhere. You press a kiss to the silky warmth of their neck. They hum softly, content, in harmony with your heart. You melt into them with the sound. I am so yours. You want to stay here forever, surrounded by their body and grounded by the warmth. You want to get lost in this feeling and never leave. You feel their soft breathing, their chest rising and falling in steady motions, and you have never felt so completely held in every possible sense. I’ve got you, they seem to whisper wordlessly, and I’ll never let you go.
