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writetomyheart2016-01-16 07:06 am
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[Team Sonic] Low Pressure
Starting words from here.
Things would look better after a nap, definitely. Snowmen were weak to low pressure, but curling up on the dressingroom couch with Miyadate always made Watanabe feel better. “Power of love,” he muttered, getting comfortable. The couch had seen better days, but Miyadate’s shoulder was better than a dozen feather pillows, and with both of their coats as a sort of blanket, they were reasonably warm too.
Miyadate’s hand found his under the cover of the coats, linking their fingers. The only hint that Miyadate was suffering from a migraine too was the slightly pinched look around his eyes, but Watanabe had long experience reading all of his boyfriend’s little signs.
“Try to sleep too,” Watanabe breathed against Miyadate’s ear, squeezing his fingers. “It’s no good if you watch over me and make yourself worse.”
“Okay, okay.” Miyadate shifted a bit until he was properly comfortable too. The couch wasn’t exactly wide, but they had long experience at fitting themselves into spaces that shouldn’t have been quite big enough for two, their bodies fitting together like two halves of a whole.
Watanabe knew he’d been right when Miyadate’s eyes drifted closed and his breathing evened out after just a minute - Miyadate must have been really exhausted to fall asleep this easily. Lulled to sleep by Miyadate’s soft breathing and bodyheat, Watanabe drifted off to sleep.
Things would look better after a nap, definitely. Snowmen were weak to low pressure, but curling up on the dressingroom couch with Miyadate always made Watanabe feel better. “Power of love,” he muttered, getting comfortable. The couch had seen better days, but Miyadate’s shoulder was better than a dozen feather pillows, and with both of their coats as a sort of blanket, they were reasonably warm too.
Miyadate’s hand found his under the cover of the coats, linking their fingers. The only hint that Miyadate was suffering from a migraine too was the slightly pinched look around his eyes, but Watanabe had long experience reading all of his boyfriend’s little signs.
“Try to sleep too,” Watanabe breathed against Miyadate’s ear, squeezing his fingers. “It’s no good if you watch over me and make yourself worse.”
“Okay, okay.” Miyadate shifted a bit until he was properly comfortable too. The couch wasn’t exactly wide, but they had long experience at fitting themselves into spaces that shouldn’t have been quite big enough for two, their bodies fitting together like two halves of a whole.
Watanabe knew he’d been right when Miyadate’s eyes drifted closed and his breathing evened out after just a minute - Miyadate must have been really exhausted to fall asleep this easily. Lulled to sleep by Miyadate’s soft breathing and bodyheat, Watanabe drifted off to sleep.