August 8 - Ireland (night)
Fred fell asleep in his arms, under the stars, and Oliver dozed for a while as well. He couldn't have asked for a bettr start to their weekend.
He wasn't sure what time it was when his eyes fluttered open, but his stomach was fervently reminding him that it was past dinner time. He kissed Fred's hair and then his eyelids, nuzzling against him. He hated to wake him... but he certainly didn't want to leave him to go grab food. "Hey," he whispered, "sleeping beauty. Want to roll and let me run grab some food. I'll bring it back and feed it to you."
He wasn't sure what time it was when his eyes fluttered open, but his stomach was fervently reminding him that it was past dinner time. He kissed Fred's hair and then his eyelids, nuzzling against him. He hated to wake him... but he certainly didn't want to leave him to go grab food. "Hey," he whispered, "sleeping beauty. Want to roll and let me run grab some food. I'll bring it back and feed it to you."