Of Cold Toes and Warm Blankets. Story 3.3
Title: Of Cold Toes and Warm Blankets
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 31 Snow coclaim100
Word Count: 565
Rating: PG
Summary: Robert gets cold.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.2 Good Morning
A few hours later, Robert woke up and there was a chill in the room. He looked over and remembered Alan had cracked the window open and now the room was freezing. He blushed as he also remembered the activities from several hours ago. Robert briefly snuggled up against his human heating pad and smiled at the warmth, but he had to go to the bathroom, which meant he had to leave this warm cocoon and freeze a little.
Robert climbed out of bed wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, walking on the balls of his feet he scampered across the wood floor to the bathroom. After a pit stop there, he walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. He stopped for a few minutes at the kitchen window to watch the snow drift across the NY skyline. The flakes were large and resembled soft cotton balls. The type of snowfall that got him excited as a kid.
He smiled. He was happy. In this moment, everything seemed perfect and he wanted to freeze this moment to remember it when it slipped away. He shivered and wrapped his arms around his middle as he walked back into the bedroom.
The sight that awaited him made him chuckle fondly. Alan had buried himself deep under the bedding and was now curled in some ball-type shape amongst the sheets and blankets. Robert laughed as he was reminded of the hamster he had had as a child, how little Shakespeare would burrow down and hide underneath the wood chips and fuzz. He walked over, trying to determine how he was going to get at the very least some blankets back, if not the ball of heat that was below them.
Climbing into the bed, Robert worked his foot under the covers and pressed his cold toe to the back of Alan's calf.
Alan flinched away and made a little noise, like Shakespeare use to when Robert forced him from his warm nest, as he slowly started to wake up from his deep sleep.
Happy with the progress, Robert smiled and scooted closer, pressing his cold nose to Alan's cheek and whispering, “What does it take for a guy to get some blankets?"
Alan shivered against the hot breath against his ear more then the cold appendages that were pressing against him. "Bollocks, you’re freezing." He stretched his body out, freeing the comforter he was holding hostage and he felt Robert slip in, sapping the warmth, his chilly hands embracing him as he aligned his body against Alan's warm back.
Alan turned over so that he was on his side facing Robert, and pulled him close, knowing the cold skin would soon warm. He pressed a series of warm sleepy kisses to Robert's lips.
Robert opened his mouth, welcoming the invasion and moved the rest of his body closer, eliciting a yelp when he pressed his chilly feet against Alan's legs. As he was embraced tighter, Robert felt his body warming up and he sighed deeply. Breaking free of the fierce kiss, he said, "Much better." Snuggling against Alan's chest he rested his hand on his smooth hip and closed his eyes.
Alan kissed Robert's head and embraced him with one arm, gently rubbing his hand up and down his back, he listened as Robert's breathing slowed down and he drifted off to sleep.
Take a detour to a Holiday fic for our readers:
3.3.5 This Little Piggy
Or contiune on:
3.4 Pushing the Limits
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Transatlantic Flight Path 3.3
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors:
michelleann68+
evila_elf=
evila_ann
Prompt: 31 Snow coclaim100
Word Count: 565
Rating: PG
Summary: Robert gets cold.
Author's Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
3.2 Good Morning
A few hours later, Robert woke up and there was a chill in the room. He looked over and remembered Alan had cracked the window open and now the room was freezing. He blushed as he also remembered the activities from several hours ago. Robert briefly snuggled up against his human heating pad and smiled at the warmth, but he had to go to the bathroom, which meant he had to leave this warm cocoon and freeze a little.
Robert climbed out of bed wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, walking on the balls of his feet he scampered across the wood floor to the bathroom. After a pit stop there, he walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. He stopped for a few minutes at the kitchen window to watch the snow drift across the NY skyline. The flakes were large and resembled soft cotton balls. The type of snowfall that got him excited as a kid.
He smiled. He was happy. In this moment, everything seemed perfect and he wanted to freeze this moment to remember it when it slipped away. He shivered and wrapped his arms around his middle as he walked back into the bedroom.
The sight that awaited him made him chuckle fondly. Alan had buried himself deep under the bedding and was now curled in some ball-type shape amongst the sheets and blankets. Robert laughed as he was reminded of the hamster he had had as a child, how little Shakespeare would burrow down and hide underneath the wood chips and fuzz. He walked over, trying to determine how he was going to get at the very least some blankets back, if not the ball of heat that was below them.
Climbing into the bed, Robert worked his foot under the covers and pressed his cold toe to the back of Alan's calf.
Alan flinched away and made a little noise, like Shakespeare use to when Robert forced him from his warm nest, as he slowly started to wake up from his deep sleep.
Happy with the progress, Robert smiled and scooted closer, pressing his cold nose to Alan's cheek and whispering, “What does it take for a guy to get some blankets?"
Alan shivered against the hot breath against his ear more then the cold appendages that were pressing against him. "Bollocks, you’re freezing." He stretched his body out, freeing the comforter he was holding hostage and he felt Robert slip in, sapping the warmth, his chilly hands embracing him as he aligned his body against Alan's warm back.
Alan turned over so that he was on his side facing Robert, and pulled him close, knowing the cold skin would soon warm. He pressed a series of warm sleepy kisses to Robert's lips.
Robert opened his mouth, welcoming the invasion and moved the rest of his body closer, eliciting a yelp when he pressed his chilly feet against Alan's legs. As he was embraced tighter, Robert felt his body warming up and he sighed deeply. Breaking free of the fierce kiss, he said, "Much better." Snuggling against Alan's chest he rested his hand on his smooth hip and closed his eyes.
Alan kissed Robert's head and embraced him with one arm, gently rubbing his hand up and down his back, he listened as Robert's breathing slowed down and he drifted off to sleep.
Take a detour to a Holiday fic for our readers:
3.3.5 This Little Piggy
Or contiune on:
3.4 Pushing the Limits