Coen feels the sheets rustling beside him.
“L’mbert?” He manages, squinting at... something. “Wh’t t’hell you doing?”
“Go back to sleep,” Lambert whispers, even though they’re both awake now. Well— half awake. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Coen frowns and scrubs a hand down his face, but hell, their room is toasty warm and he mentally shrugs, choosing to sink further under the covers and become one with the mattress. He can still feel Lambert’s scent on his pillow, the smell of leather and horse and smoke from cooking last night’s dinner. It’s good. Familiar.
Soon enough, the door creaks open again. He hears half-murmured curses at the chill coming in from the hall.
“I’m back,” Lambert whispers, kicking off his boots and rudely drawing back the covers so he can get in.
Coen glares at him. Or tries to, since he can’t very well do it with one eye half-open, smushed against his pillow.
“Mm-hm,” he mumbles, and he’s jostled a bit when Lambert shimmies down under the covers with him. Suddenly, he’s enveloped in warmth, strong arms wrapped around him like a small furnace, a slow heartbeat under his cheek. “You know, Witchers are supposed to be stealthy.”
“Are they, now?” Lambert murmurs against his temple. “Must’ve missed the memo.”
Coen burrows deeper into him, tangling their legs together. “Must’ve.”
And he should chastise him longer for waking him up, should put up more fight, but there’s something about Lambert that draws him right in. It’s concerning, really, and Coen hasn’t discarded the idea that maybe there’s something wrong with him, the way he so easily melts under some well-placed touches and soft kisses being pressed into his skin.
But that’s for another time.
Now, Lambert kisses his forehead one last time and says, “Sorry for waking you up. But” — because no Lambert apology would come alone — “dawn is still hours away. We can sleep some more.”
“Mm-hm,” Coen murmurs again. “You’re not forgiven.”
Lambert makes a little sad noise.
“But,” Coen continues, his arms wrapped around Lambert’s chest, “I suppose you’ll find a way to make it up to me come morning.”
