Where: The Hideout Who: @fire-blooded
(Sleep: my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave. )
Warm. The first thought Connor had as he rubbed his bleary eyes. The soft orange glow in the bunker permeated the room, and as he attempted to shift to sit up, he realized there was a body on top of him. Damien snored softly, slanted completely across Connor’s chest to the point that his feet hung off the side of the bed. With one eye open, he stared down at the man, trying to remember how this happened. It all came rushing back to him; and a smile swathed his face. Too much drinking- and quite a lot of talking- and some very heated touching. It wasn’t until around midnight that they realized how late they’d been out and with morning patrols. Connor couldn’t stay up much longer. Damien had insisted (really only had to ask once) if he could sleep in the bed with him.
A chuckle left his lips as he danced his fingers through the messy tuft of blonde hair, traced fingers down his jaw, and was ultimately fascinated with how young Damien looked like this. Like the world wasn’t crashing down around them and it would all be fine. All the stress lines he carried between his eyes had relaxed- and gods help him, the hunter did not want to wake the commander up. He longed to freeze this moment in time, but soon enough, he felt the stir of his new partner, and grunted when an elbow jabbed right into his bladder. “Damien...ouCH.”