#sleeping over

[estpolynesianmary]

ryan sneaking in and out of naim's bedroom window~~○°☆~~

[derangedrhythms]

I dream winter.

C. K. Williams, Lies; from 'Sleeping Over'

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

"Are you awake?" (itslordnow)

There was no reply from the Admiral dressed in nightclothes, though the whisper did have him rolling over some and curling an arm tighter around his Lord. Burying his face against the back of the other man’s neck. 

[atths--twice]

Perfect Planning

A late night surprise visit leads to a wonderfully fluffy morning.

I had an idea for a story a couple of days ago. A sweet fluffy idea that made me smile. I had to write it down and I hope you enjoy it. 💕

Scully shut the door quietly, locking it behind her as she set her bags down and took off her boots. It was dark and quiet in the apartment. She smiled as she set her boots beside the coat rack.

Picking up her bags, she stepped soundlessly across the room in her stockinged feet. Pushing open the door to the bedroom, she stepped inside with a silent yawn.

Opening the closet, she hung up her suit and placed her bag inside, closing the door with a soft click. Glancing at the bed, she smiled before walking to the bathroom and closing the door. She quickly readied for bed, yawning repeatedly, so incredibly tired.

Turning off the light, she opened the door and walked across to the room to the wardrobe. Taking out a shirt from inside a drawer, she took off everything but her underwear and slipped the shirt over her head, breathing in the scent and closing her eyes.

“Hmm,” she hummed softly, and turned around, yawning again.

Pulling the blankets back, she laid down and covered up, snuggling into the bed and then scooting closer to the man lying within it.

He was sleeping on his back, undisturbed by her moving around the room and slipping into bed beside him. He was warm and as she drew flush against him, he hummed.

She smiled as she raised his arm from his chest and laid her head upon it, his arm now on her back. Sighing, she closed her eyes, her arm wrapping around him.

He snored lightly and then cleared his throat, his arm pulling her closer, his hand absentmindedly rubbing her back.

“Scully?” he asked sleepily and she smiled as she hummed in the affirmative. “What? What are you doing here? What time is it?”

“It’s late, Mulder,” she said quietly, scratching her fingernails gently on top of the soft shirt he wore.

“Weren’t you going to your mom’s?” he asked, shifting to hold her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before he yawned. “I figured you’d be staying the night.”

“I am, just not at my mom’s,” she stated and he chuckled softly, his fingers running through her hair.

“Ask a stupid question…” he said and she laughed before sighing, her bare leg hooking over his pajama clad one. “I feel a bit overdressed. If I’d have known you would be staying over…”

“I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep.” She snuggled closer and breathed in his scent. “And I knew my bed would be cold. And lonely.”

“Hmm…well I’m happy to be your bed warmer.” He kissed her head again and she hummed, kissing his chest.

“Glad to hear it.” She yawned, her eyes heavy and body tired.

“Night, Scully.”

“Mmm… night….”

She was asleep before she could finish her sentence.

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She woke in the early light, the smell of fresh coffee in the air, and the bed empty. Stretching and rolling onto his side, she yawned and sat up, heading to the bathroom.

Coming out, she walked to the kitchen without changing, only wearing his shirt. The collar of it hung off her shoulder, his shirts far too big for her, but she loved wearing them. Loved being engulfed in his scent and wearing something that had also touched his skin.

He was in the kitchen, staring at the coffee pot that had just finished brewing. She watched him smile, unaware she was standing in the doorway, and she smiled as she took a deep breath.

God, he was handsome… and was she ever in love with him. He made her stomach flutter at the most inconvenient times, but right now… right now she more than welcomed it.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Jesus,” he breathed, looking over at her. “I didn’t see you. Or hear you.”

“Not surprised. You were staring quite intently at that coffee pot. Should I leave the two of you alone?” She pointed out the door, asking silently if she should wait in the other room.

He laughed and shook his head, stepping closer to her. Tugging at his shirt she was wearing, he pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. She closed her eyes as she put her arms around his waist, her stomach fluttering like mad.

“I was thinking,” he whispered and she shivered. “Thinking that you were sleeping in my bed, unexpectedly I might add, and how it meant I needed to make a full pot of coffee this morning. Not just the usual half I make for myself.”

“And that made you smile that way?” she whispered back, the beat of his heart under her ear causing her own to quicken.

“How was I smiling?”

“Like you had fallen in love with that coffee pot.”

He chuckled and pulled back, both of them smiling happily. Shaking his head, he stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing so softly across it, her eyes closed of their own volition.

“No,” he breathed and she opened her eyes. “Not in love with the coffee pot.” He held her gaze and her mouth went dry, hearing what he was not saying.

“Hmm…” she hummed, nuzzling into his hand. “I’ve always liked that coffee pot. It’s gotten us through a lot of long nights.”

“So it has. But… falling in love with inanimate objects? I may be spooky, but I’m not that spooky.” She laughed and he smiled, his thumb still caressing her cheek softly. “Not in love with the coffee pot.”

“No?”

“No.” He brought his thumb to her lips and she kissed it. “There’s this petite redhead who sneaks into my bed, her skin soft and warm, who looks better in my shirts than I ever will. She sleeps like the dead sometimes, but I know that a good cup of coffee will bring her around.” He smiled as she blinked back the tears in her eyes and took a deep breath, his thumb once more stroking her cheek.

“That’s why I was smiling,” he whispered. “I was looking forward to that time in bed, before our day began and she had to leave, going home to get ready for the day.”

“Mulder…” She sniffled, shaking her head as she let out a ragged breath.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Not the coffee pot.” She let out a small laugh and then choked on a sob, tears falling down her cheeks.

“I… God, I love you too,” she whispered back and he smiled, bending his head and kissing her gently. She placed a hand on his cheek and gripped his upper arm with the other, his arms pulling her closer.

Breaking from the kiss. foreheads pressed together, they both breathed deeply, words unspoken but felt nonetheless. She smiled and pulled back, caressing his face and shaking her head. He smiled back, turning his head to kiss her palm.

“So… about that coffee…” she teased and he laughed softly with a nod. He poured their coffees and they carried them to his room, getting back under the covers, the bed still slightly warm.

Talking and snuggling, led to kissing, their coffees forgotten until his alarm went off. Looking at her, he sighed and shut off the alarm. He kissed her again and started to rise from the bed.

“Not yet,” she said quietly and he frowned. “You think I came here last night on a whim? Didn’t have this planned out?” She pulled him back toward her with a grin.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying… that a good Scout is always prepared,” she said, her legs wrapping around him, her hands creeping under his shirt. “Suit, heels, makeup, curling iron… all waiting in your closet.”

“Hmm… I’m not sure they’ll fit me, but if it buys us more time, I’m all for seeing how it goes.”

She laughed into his mouth as he kissed her, feeling happier than she had been in a long time.

When they left nearly two hours later, he locked the door, as she held her bags. He smiled as he put his keys in his pocket and reached for her free hand, interlocking their fingers together.

In the elevator, she dropped her bags, pulling him close to kiss him, much to his surprise, causing her to laugh at the look on his face. He picked up her bags and they walked to her car, putting her things in the backseat.

“Not the coffee pot,” he whispered, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her fingers.

“Or the coffee,” she replied and he smiled with a nod. They stared at one another and then she nodded, taking her car keys from her pocket.

He kissed her fingers again, let go of her hand, and turned to walk to his car. She smiled as she watched him and then got into her car.

“Not the coffee pot,” she whispered as she started the car, laughing quietly as she shook her head, her stomach fluttering once again.

[sugarstarlights]

it s ok. im wth friend. not homedangerous alone. not al lone its ok

[spikytyphoon]

[sakunamikou13-blog]

Kuroo : A bit of a heads up, i sleeptalk sometimes.

Kenma : Yeah, okay.

-later in the night-

Kenma : *about to fall asleep*

Kuroo : *sleeptalking* No don't take my bones away, i need them...

Kenma : yeah..you go tell them Kuro...

Kuroo : Take Kenma's instead, he doesn't need them..

Kenma : *looks at kuroo* But.. i need them.