Late Nights 2

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Virgil bolted upright, breathing heavily, with tears pricking his eyes. The first tears rolled down his cheeks, opening the floodgates. He had had a nightmare. The jolt woke up Roman, whose arms had been around Virgil.

"Hey, shh, it's okay," Roman whispered, hugging Virgil, running his fingers through his hair. Virgil hugged him tightly, hiding his face in the larger man's chest. "It's okay, Love, it's okay. I've got you, you're safe." He kissed Virgil's head, petting his hair. He whispered sweet nothings as Virgil slowly calmed down.

When they pulled away Virgil's face was tear-stained and Roman's shirt was wet. Roman used his thumb and wiped tears from Virgil's face, then peppered his face in kisses. Virgil giggled a little.

"Are you all right, my Love?" Roman asked his hands on either side of Virgil's face.

"Yeah, thanks, my Prince," Virgil whispered in response.

"Of course, my Princess," Roman whispered, his face was inches away from Virgil's, then kissed him on the lip. 

(163 words. Another baby Virgil will be coming, probably tomorrow.) 

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