Light Sleeper
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Hooray
Notes: For 30_sweets
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Frank's a light sleeper, and a moody one at that.
26: Hooray!
Frank rolled over and threw his arm over her. She groaned and shifted until she was comfortable again, then slipped back into deep sleep.
It was hard to wake Leslie, and for that he was grateful. No amount of shifting and shaking on his part did a thing to stir her. She just groaned and shifted to accommodate his body on the bed.
She was soft against him, warm against his chest. She shifted again and Frank, the light sleeper, woke up entirely.
He sighed and kissed the back of her neck. She sighed and tilted her head forward so he could do it again. Her sugar-high from earlier was almost gone. She wasn’t vibrating so hard now. The glow that had exploded during sex was gone as well, and she was just Leslie. Just the small, pretty girl he’d grown up with. The small, pretty girl he’d married.
He wondered if she knew how much he loved her.
She never asked. He never really said. Then again, she didn’t ever say it, either. She did little things though, like fixing his coffee in the morning, or when she’d asked him if they could get rid of the second bed. That had been a great day in his life.
And he tried. He tried to tell her. Tried to show her. Didn’t think he quite made it, but he wasn’t sure, because Leslie was a very private person, even to him, and she’d said once that she felt closer to him than anyone else.
He shivered at the thought and pressed another kiss to the back of her neck. She shifted onto her back and stretched a little and blinked sleepily at him.
“Hey,” she groaned.
“Hey.”
She turned to face him and curled up with her head on his shoulder. He sighed and dispelled his moody thoughts. He felt like the luckiest man in the universe.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Hooray
Notes: For 30_sweets
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Frank's a light sleeper, and a moody one at that.
26: Hooray!
Frank rolled over and threw his arm over her. She groaned and shifted until she was comfortable again, then slipped back into deep sleep.
It was hard to wake Leslie, and for that he was grateful. No amount of shifting and shaking on his part did a thing to stir her. She just groaned and shifted to accommodate his body on the bed.
She was soft against him, warm against his chest. She shifted again and Frank, the light sleeper, woke up entirely.
He sighed and kissed the back of her neck. She sighed and tilted her head forward so he could do it again. Her sugar-high from earlier was almost gone. She wasn’t vibrating so hard now. The glow that had exploded during sex was gone as well, and she was just Leslie. Just the small, pretty girl he’d grown up with. The small, pretty girl he’d married.
He wondered if she knew how much he loved her.
She never asked. He never really said. Then again, she didn’t ever say it, either. She did little things though, like fixing his coffee in the morning, or when she’d asked him if they could get rid of the second bed. That had been a great day in his life.
And he tried. He tried to tell her. Tried to show her. Didn’t think he quite made it, but he wasn’t sure, because Leslie was a very private person, even to him, and she’d said once that she felt closer to him than anyone else.
He shivered at the thought and pressed another kiss to the back of her neck. She shifted onto her back and stretched a little and blinked sleepily at him.
“Hey,” she groaned.
“Hey.”
She turned to face him and curled up with her head on his shoulder. He sighed and dispelled his moody thoughts. He felt like the luckiest man in the universe.