William J. Moriarty my beloved

Fifth

In which; your cold turns out to be a good thing

Actual translation; author has a cold, author couldn't sleep, and then boom.
Anyway, enjoy! No warnings for this one💕

You stirred on your sleep, when a pair of strong arms wrapped protectively around your small waist, a familiar sense of warmth embracing your body.
"Willy? Is it you?" You hoarsely questioned, eyes met with nothing but darkness, as night had fallen long ago.
"Who else would it be, darling?" He chuckled, voice overflown with exhaustion whilst he pulled your body impossibly close to his, nuzzling his head on your neck.
"You're right, that was a foolish question" you mumbled quietly, carressing lovingly his golden hair, feeling his lips sleepily stroking your soft neck.
"Wait, why are you here?" You suddenly realised, he wasn't ment to sleep with you, not when you were suffering from a terrible cold.
"I should be asking that, dear" was his reply. He had been searching for you in the entire mansion, before discovering your sleeping form in what you once called your bedroom, before you moved in the one you now shared. The old chamber was mainly used as storage room, and was rarely used for actual residency.
"Baby, I'm sick. We shouldn't be sleeping together or else you're going to catch my cold as well" you coughed, but William didn't move a single inch.
"My love," he whispered with what you recognised to be the last shreds of his energy before giving into exhaustion, "I wish to sleep nowhere but in your arms" his confession was accompanied by a tender kiss on your neck, a deep blush spread across your face and a swarm of butterflies danced in your stomach.
"Oh, darling, you're so sweet and- darling? Willy?" Golden lashes dusting majestically over his pale cheeks and lips slightly parted, your husband had finally, quite stubbornly, fallen into slumber, in what he had just claimed to be his, well, favourite pillow. You giggled. William James Moriarty was feeling safe in your arms, and that was more than enough to forgive him for possibly risking his health. Despite that, you had to put a great effort into not kissing his head like you always would when in that position.
"Well, it's not my fault if you wake up sneezing" with a last whisper, you closed your eyes, and let his calm breathing lull you back to sleep.