Snuggle

by Sistine

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sistine/snuggle.php
Summary: Is there anything better in the world than being held lovingly by someone?

He was curled up in a ball, although one leg was straight, tangling with the legs behind him. His arms were crossed over his chest, separated by another arm - again from the person behind him. One hand held his while another rested on top of his head. Although his back was pressed against warm flesh behind him, he was leaning away from the embrace, his neck bent forward at an awkward angle. He wasn’t conscious of this though, being sound asleep in a bed that wasn’t his own. But the fact that it wasn’t his bed hadn’t worried him; it was the company that counted.

They were both on the left hand side of the bed, the old-fashioned quilt down around their feet. Only one of the five pillows was being used, and then only by one of them. But neither of them cared; they were with each other.

As he drifted back to consciousness, he became aware of a hard body behind him, radiating a warmth that kept the coldness in the air at bay. He stretched out his bent leg so that it lay along the length of the one behind it, then found that it left his stomach exposed to the cold and so he curled up again.

"Cold?" came a murmur from behind him.

"A little," he replied.

A kiss was placed on the back of his neck before the warmth along his back disappeared. Then the warmth returned, and he felt the quilt being pulled over him. An arm insinuated itself between the bed and his body, coming around to wrap around his chest. Then two strong arms pulled his unresisting body back into an embrace.

"Relax," the familiar voice said into his ear.

He did so, letting the length of his body lie against the one behind him. Their legs became entangled, and he rested his arms over the ones that encircled him. He could feel warm breath on the back of his neck before another gentle kiss was placed there. This was the first time they had laid together like this, the first time they had made love, and he wasn’t used to the intimacy - not with his best friend, anyway. Their bodies fit perfectly together as if they were made especially for each other. "Nice bed," he murmured, already feeling himself drift back off to sleep.

"Don’t diss the decór." A chuckle accompanied the words.

He visualised the country-style bed with its cast-iron framework; somehow it had seemed out of place in the cabin the first time he had seen it. But it would never seem out of place now. He smiled as he thought about everything they had done, about everything that had been said. His life had changed completely when he had fallen in love with a snuggler who masqueraded as a hard-core Special Ops officer. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. "Night, Jack."

"Night, Daniel." The arms squeezed once, letting him know that his love was returned.

The smile still on his face, Daniel drifted back to sleep.