someone needs to write a hawkahy fic where they share a bed for the first time ever. a real bed, in a house or a motel or something, i don't care, but something that's not an army cot in a tent. something plush that they both sink into. where they can lay and look at each other and savor every second of it. counting eyelashes and studying the wrinkles by Pierce's eyes and how the light shines on Mulcahy's cheeks. you know what i mean? laying in silence, Mulcahy's glasses crooked from being on his side, Pierce's hair falling around his head; being able to breathe, to relax, for one hand to reach out, slide up the other's arm, to rest there and cherish the warmth of that touch. together. safe. able to hold one another, but still wary, because they've never been able to share a bed before, to be so close before. and then they fall asleep, and they sleep peacefully all night, and wake up in each other's arms. neither of them remember reaching out and grabbing the other during the night but neither of them will complain. and it takes them ages to get out of the bed, because it's so warm and the blankets so soft and why would they ever want to face the day when they could stay curled up, nose to nose, sharing breath. someone should write that. not me tho
