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Uzis POV:
I sat comfortably on the couch, nestled between N's legs, feeling the warmth of his body behind me as we lounged together. It was a rare moment of peace in the whirlwind of our lives. We had been binge-watching *Fixing Good* for the past couple of hours, and I couldn't remember the last time we had the luxury to just unwind like this.
Ever since school started back up, life had been non-stop, and moments like these—just me and him, doing nothing—were precious. N's fingers gently worked through my hair, massaging my scalp in that absentminded way he does when he's focused but still wants to be close. I sighed softly, a mix of contentment and the weight of time slipping away from us.
Without really thinking, I reached for my phone, which had been resting on my lap. As the screen lit up, the time stared back at me: *7:20 PM*. "Seven twenty?" I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. N hummed in response, his voice low and soothing, the kind of hum that tells you he's there, always listening.
"Hmm? Say again?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers continued to comb through my hair, pulling me further into the warmth of the moment. "It's seven twenty. PM," I repeated a little louder this time, my voice breaking the stillness. I didn't want to move, didn't want this calm to end, but the inevitable weight of responsibility was creeping in.
N chuckled softly. "Wow, you thinking about heading to bed already? You know you've got school tomorrow," he said, his voice laced with that teasing tone, but he was right. N had finished school earlier than most. He had taken extra classes in high school, pushing through the system faster than the rest of us.
It was something I admired about him—his determination, his ability to plan ahead. Me? I had opted for the longer route. Now here I was, stuck in the grind of college while he had already moved on. I was in my third year now, though, with just one more to go. The finish line was in sight, but nights like these made it feel so far away.
"Yeah, I guess," I said with a reluctant sigh, slowly sitting up and draping my feet over the edge of the couch. The cool air hit me as I left the cozy warmth of our little cocoon, and I shivered slightly. "You coming with me?" N smiled and nodded, the glow from the TV casting soft shadows across his face.
He stood up after me, stretching his arms above his head in a lazy, cat-like motion before following me toward the bedroom. I opened the door, letting the familiar creak of the hinges fill the space between us as we stepped into the dimly lit room. I pulled back the covers and slipped into bed, the cool sheets wrapping around me as I settled in.
N, ever the night owl, busied himself at the mini-fridge we kept next to the bed. The quiet click of a can opening reached my ears, followed by the loud, obnoxious slurp of him taking a sip. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, a small smile tugging at my lips. It was such a typical N move—always loud, even in the quietest moments.
He set the can down on the bedside table with a soft clink before climbing into bed beside me. His body moved closer until I could feel his chest pressed against my back, his leg draped lazily over my waist. His warmth enveloped me, and the familiar scent of him filled my senses. N nuzzled into my neck, his breath hot against my skin, sending a small shiver down my spine.
His breath came in slow, steady waves, brushing against my neck in a way that made me squirm, not in discomfort, but from the intensity of how close we were. "What time do you need to be up?" he asked, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper into the crook of my neck. I hummed in thought, trying to do the mental math.
Through the comfortable haze of sleep that was beginning to settle over me made me tired. "Six," I finally said. "I want to take a shower before class." "Alright, six it is. I'll wake up with you," he promised, his voice soft, like a lullaby pulling me deeper into relaxation. He always did this—wanted to be up with me, even though he didn't have to be.
It was one of the small ways he showed he cared, always making sure I didn't face the day alone. "Okay," I whispered, the weight of exhaustion finally catching up with me. "Goodnight." "Goodnight," he murmured back, his voice thick with warmth. I felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest against my back as he settled in beside me.
The room fell into a comfortable silence, save for the soft hum of the fridge and the rhythmic breathing of the person I loved most in the world. Wrapped in his arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, and before long, I began to drift off into the sweet, dreamless sleep that only comes when you feel completely safe.
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【Murder Drones: Goddess In The Sheets】
Action~A book in which N and Uzi have their first time. Not the only thing by the way! There's some Lemon and Fluff~
