Frigid
Rating: R
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Wilders
Prompt: Naked
Notes: For A Year In Writing.
Warnings: Nudity
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: One cold morning at 4:15.
034: Naked
He mumbled something in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Catharine followed, dead asleep, herself. It was far too early and far too cold to have to get out of bed.
Geoffrey sat up and shook his head, carefully laying her down on the bed when he realized her head was on his shoulder. She groaned. He blinked sleep out of his eyes.
The clock said it was 4:15 in the morning. Geoffrey’s internal clock said it was cold, dammit, time to put some clothes on or turn up the heat. He crawled out of bed, pausing briefly to disentangle his legs from Catherine’s and headed for the thermostat.
The cold air hit his skin with a vengeance. He shivered, bumped the switch as fast as he could, and hurried back to bed and Catherine’s warm body.
She was half awake when he got back. She blinked sleepily at him.
“Where’d you go?” she asked.
“Turned up the heat.”
“Oh, good.”
And she was asleep again. Geoffrey crawled into bed beside her and seriously considered calling in sick for both of them.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Wilders
Prompt: Naked
Notes: For A Year In Writing.
Warnings: Nudity
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: One cold morning at 4:15.
034: Naked
He mumbled something in his sleep and rolled onto his back. Catharine followed, dead asleep, herself. It was far too early and far too cold to have to get out of bed.
Geoffrey sat up and shook his head, carefully laying her down on the bed when he realized her head was on his shoulder. She groaned. He blinked sleep out of his eyes.
The clock said it was 4:15 in the morning. Geoffrey’s internal clock said it was cold, dammit, time to put some clothes on or turn up the heat. He crawled out of bed, pausing briefly to disentangle his legs from Catherine’s and headed for the thermostat.
The cold air hit his skin with a vengeance. He shivered, bumped the switch as fast as he could, and hurried back to bed and Catherine’s warm body.
She was half awake when he got back. She blinked sleepily at him.
“Where’d you go?” she asked.
“Turned up the heat.”
“Oh, good.”
And she was asleep again. Geoffrey crawled into bed beside her and seriously considered calling in sick for both of them.