Holding You
Cecil, Donald, Sinclair, Shapesmith
Cecil:
You're sitting in his lap as he's filing a report. He's got his arms wrapped around you from the back, chin resting on your head. His eyes are half-lidded, both from exhaustion and his love for you. Every now and then, he leans down to give you a little kiss. You can feel his love for you against the small of your back.
Donald:
You're also sitting in his lap, but you're facing him. You're melting in his large figure, his fat squishing against you. He's flustered, looking off to the side as he hugs the ever-loving shit out of you. The result of his crush on you mixed with all his stress is, very apparent.
Sinclair:
The most flustered out of all of them. Refuses to look at you, but will NOT loosen his grip on you either. His hold is almost possessive, like he's scared something's gonna steal you from him.
Smithy:
He's got his arms stretched to wrap around you so many times you are bundled up. There's no way you're getting away from him. He's smiling brightly, grinning even. He squeezes you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.