Date: 2016-07-10 08:27 pm (UTC)
thecanarylives: (look up smile)
She'd learned early on not to even attempt to wake him in the morning. There were times he'd sleep through his alarm for work and she'd try to tap him, tug at his arm, pull the blankets from him - all to no avail. The only thing that got him moving in the morning was damn near physical violence, and she sure as hell wasn't going to deal with the grumpiness that settled in because of it.

This morning, with the weight of tequila hanging heavily over them both, she's sure there's nowhere else she'd rather be than curled up next to the big snoring lug she calls hers. She turns to face him, pushing the hair out of her eyes and watching him sleep, her fingertips trailing the heavy scars that warped up and down his arms.

She'd been a damn mess that night. Waking to the midnight phone call every loved one of a firefighter dreaded, bursting into the ER and threatening to raise hell if they didn't let her see him immediately. Pacing the waiting room floor, helpless as she'd ever felt in her life.

Leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw, she trails a few slow kisses down his neck, nips at his earlobe, shifting closer against him to trail a few more kisses down his shoulder. Maybe, just maybe, there was another way to wake him she hadn't tried yet...
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

bringstheheat: (Default)
Mick Rory

May 2021

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9 101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 11th, 2025 11:10 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios