♯ Our muses wake up in each others arms after accidentally falling asleep. (whoops. sorry not sorry)
Cuddle Memes | Accepting
David woke to the sensation of being enveloped in warmth, to the steady beat of a heart against his ear, and to the scent of rum and leather that he had come to associate with only one person in the whole town. Opening his eyes slowly - carefully, eyelids only parting a fraction as though afraid of what he might find - he quickly ascertained that yes, he was currently nestled against Killian Jones on the sofa in the apartment he had once shared with his wife.
Allowing himself a better view of the situation, he quickly noted that Killian’s arm was looped casually around his waist, hand settled firmly against his hip in a touch that David could feel burning through the layer of denim beneath his palm, and his own arm was stretched across Killian’s upper body in a lazy sprawl. It had been late when they’d finally returned, late enough for David to wave off Killian’s attempts to trudge all the way back to the Jolly, and to insist that he make use of the spare bed. Evidently, it had been late enough that neither of them had made it that far.