He adjusted the sleeping bag, zipping it up around the two of them and resting one arm around Shaun’s waist. “You know what else is also healthy? Even healthier than disgusting tea?”
“Tea is not disgusting, ingrate, but I suppose I should humor you. What is?”
“Sleep.”
He ignored the man’s weak protests as he snuggled against his back, happier than a lark.
“And I think it’s time you got some.”
Shaun fell silent, before he felt the man flip around and cuddle in close, uttering, “A bunch of bollocks, this is.”
Desmond grinned and twined their legs together. “And so is tea, but I think I’ll start drinking it more. Fair deal?”
He felt Shaun smile against him, and he grinned as he closed his eyes.
“I think I can handle that,” Shaun muttered. “You start drinking tea, and I get a little more shut-eye.”
Desmond felt himself drifting off quickly cuddled with the historian. If drinking that—not so—nasty shit got him more nights like this, he could manage it. +++++++++++++ There you go, anon! Whaddya think?
A Quiet Happiness 3/3
“Tea is not disgusting, ingrate, but I suppose I should humor you. What is?”
“Sleep.”
He ignored the man’s weak protests as he snuggled against his back, happier than a lark.
“And I think it’s time you got some.”
Shaun fell silent, before he felt the man flip around and cuddle in close, uttering, “A bunch of bollocks, this is.”
Desmond grinned and twined their legs together. “And so is tea, but I think I’ll start drinking it more. Fair deal?”
He felt Shaun smile against him, and he grinned as he closed his eyes.
“I think I can handle that,” Shaun muttered. “You start drinking tea, and I get a little more shut-eye.”
Desmond felt himself drifting off quickly cuddled with the historian. If drinking that—not so—nasty shit got him more nights like this, he could manage it.
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There you go, anon! Whaddya think?