[oom] All I Need Is Everything
Sleep and Fiona had a longstanding tenuous relationship. Usually she was lucky to get six hours, and a late afternoon catnap. She'd slept better in the last few months than she had in the last decade, and she knew the reason why.
She comes awake slowly, easing up through the layers of sleep like a swimmer rising to the surface of a still, serene lake. She becomes aware of his scent first, breathing him in. Musk, with hints of tobacco and whiskey. His hand rests in the small of her back, and even in his sleep, he's kept her close. She's moulded to his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her arm around his waist, her knee draped over his thigh.
She takes a long slow breath, contracting gently around him, as if she's afraid he might get away.
She comes awake slowly, easing up through the layers of sleep like a swimmer rising to the surface of a still, serene lake. She becomes aware of his scent first, breathing him in. Musk, with hints of tobacco and whiskey. His hand rests in the small of her back, and even in his sleep, he's kept her close. She's moulded to his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her arm around his waist, her knee draped over his thigh.
She takes a long slow breath, contracting gently around him, as if she's afraid he might get away.