fell asleep on.

[bottecellie]

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[totallynotsorry]

[For the record, it wasn't his fault he'd fallen asleep. It was Spy's. If he hadn't been so damn comfy, Wes wouldn't have settled so easily against his shoulder. He wouldn't have felt his eyes closing, and subsequently, wouldn't have fallen asleep, cheek pressed close and one arm tucked over him.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy looked down at the Assassin curled against him, and he couldn't help but smile fondly. With one hand he stroked the man's hair, shifting him even closer and pulling a blanket around him.]

[totallynotsorry]

[Subconsciously, he shifted closer himself, feeling the draw of a warm body against his. A warm body mixed with that scent.]

Mm..

[not_onyourside]

Shhh.. Go back to sleep mon amour.

[He tried to move as little as possible as he reached up to undo his tie, unbuttoning his shirt so Wesley could lean against his thin undershirt instead of his jacket. There was something compelling about watching him sleep, protecting him while he was vulnerable.]

[totallynotsorry]

[Oddly, Wesley actually felt safe enough to sleep around the Spy; curling closer and nuzzling underneath his chin. Whatever they were in the outside world and to others, those personas slipped off when they came together, leaving only 'them'. It was... comforting]

[not_onyourside]

[He reached up and pulled his mask off, tossing it onto the pile with his shoes and jacket. Rubbing his poor nose that had been compressed in that mask for too long, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice to occasionally not have to be the person he was paid to be, instead being able to just be who he actually was. It was liberating. He happily nuzzled against the top of Wesley's head, breathing in his scent

[totallynotsorry]

[It was the nuzzle that started to pull him out of sleep, that reciprocal affection that had his hand reaching for and grabbing a handful of Spy's shirt] Mmf..

[not_onyourside]

[Oh don't make those sounds. He closed his eyes, willing his body back into the comfortable, relaxed state it had been in. But his mind was wandering elsewhere, the feeling of Wesley's hand pushed against his chest causing all kinds of mental images to dance before his eyes.]

[totallynotsorry]

[And as if he could sense that, Wesley's eyes slowly began to drag open] Mmf... s'rry I fell asleep.

[not_onyourside]

Eet ees fine. You are razzer cute when you are asleep.

[He smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead.]

Am I comfortable?

[totallynotsorry]

M'not cute.

[That may have been said with a slightly petulant air. Maybe.]

Very. And you smell good. And feel good... [His hand was unfisting the shirt, smoothing it out and running over his chest]

[not_onyourside]

Oh do I?

[He strokes his hair, sighing happily.]

You smell razzer nice yourself.

[totallynotsorry]

Mmhmm...

[Waking up slightly more, he tipped his head to press a kiss under his jaw, smiling slightly]

You always say that.

[not_onyourside]

Because eet ees always true.

Did you have a nice nap?

[His hands started to rub small circles into Wesley's back.]

[totallynotsorry]

Mm, I did. But I'm liking my wake-up just as much.

[Shifted to face Spy more, tongue darting out to lick over the pulse in his neck]

[not_onyourside]

So I have noticed.

[He leaned his head back, exposing more of his neck for Wesley to assault. Closing his eyes his hands move to pull up the other man's shirt.]