vixvitali said:
if there's one thing scourge hated, it was blankets. what caused fiona to feel snug & safe locked HIM down in a nightmare. though she tossed & turned in the night, the fact he still willingly shared a bed with the vixen always made her heart melt. this morning came with a special surprise ; once she stirred from her own night musings, the drowsy queen wore her blanket like a veil, nosing in as hands grazed down his stomached scars. light kisses pepper his chin ; ❛ - rise & shine, my liege. ~ - ❜
It was an equal tradeoff, if you asked him -- && if nothing else, at least they’d never have to worry about “stealing blankets” from each other. He was more than willing to give them all up to her, &&he knew they’d both be more comfortable, that way. It had taken him some time to get used to having any amount of movement on the other side of the bed, but a part of him felt better knowing that if someone was there, it was her. On the plus side, this meant that he had more time to get used to it, && eventually he wouldn’t think twice about any sort of movement he felt from her side of the bed during nights when he’d sleep especially lightly.
Paired with how easily the sun could wake him up, just barely glinting over the horizon && through the windows, cracking open his eyes had left him with a special treat. She was still sleeping soundly, at that time, blankets draping so gracefully over her. She was gorgeous, && each && every time he saw her only further highlighted that truth -- as well as the fact that she was still there with him. He didn’t care what anyone tried to call him, now -- behind these closed doors, && every waking moment he spends with her, he knows he’s the luckiest hedgehog in the multiverse.
He’d relaxed again after a moment, just going back to closing his eyes, the perk of his ears leaving him alert enough to catch when she finally stirs awake. He had to be glad for his light sleeping schedule -- he knew that if he hadn’t already woken up, even with it just being her in this room with him, her touch probably would have startled him. As for now, though, at her touch && the kisses that tickle at his chin, he only grins && tilts his head just slightly -- enough to give her a little better access. His eyes crack open again to glance at her -- Fi, his queen, his sun && stars.
He turns on his side, now, knowing he wouldn’t disturb her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “ Heh, I knew that was a beautiful beam shinin’ on me -- mornin’, Sunshine. ” Perhaps he would be a little cheesy, as a treat. “ How’d th’Queen’a Moebius sleep, last night? ”
