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☆ SkippxReader(Fluff) ☆

You blinked in the darkness, staring up at the inside of the drafty tent. 

You shifted your hands position on the top of your stomach, tugging up on the under-protective thin quilt over your body as you did.

Vinnie stirred to your right for just a moment then, before her breathing fell back into a steady rhythm.

You exhaled deeply through your nostrils, blinking again. You wished in the moment that you could take her place.

You really couldn't sleep.

You couldn't tell if it was the icy, raw breeze cutting full through the layers of your clothing, the blanket, and the tent over your heads– or just your brain deciding to be incompetent.

You had tossed and turned for a bit after you were sure the others had gone to sleep. The others being Stone, Vinnie and Skipp.

Now you just laid there, trapped in a state of restlessness.

You felt yourself sit up and stay there for a bit, fiddling with the edge of the quilt nearest you.

For a little while you debated getting up and going for a walk before a quiet voice interrupted your internal dispute.

"Couldn't sleep either?"

You soon realized who it was when Skipp sat up beside you, his right arm brushing up against yours.

Your hair stood up on end but you were quick to relax.

You cleared your throat to whisper back:

"Yeah."

He held his knees up to his chest, sighing.

"For some reason."

He turned his head and looked at you, smiling faintly at your words.

You said nothing more as he leaned into your side and rested his head against your shoulder.

The two of you sat there in silence for a long pause.

Eventually Skipp whispered again:

"What's on your mind?"

The way he said it sounded almost as if he were concerned- as if he genuinely cared about you. You thought about the question carefully before answering.

"I don't know. There's not much off the top of my head."

"You...don't know?"

You shrugged.

Skipp chuckled.

"You have to stop saying that."

"I know."

He chuckled again.

"Hm. Okay."

Another pause.

"I..."

He tilted his head upward as you began to speak.

"...my heads just off. It's nothing bad. Nothing more than that."

"...Okay." He looked forward again, his ginger curls brushing lightly over your shoulder.

You found yourself relaxing into him as well, the weight of your bodies balancing each other out.

"You tired yet?" He said after another momentary silence.

You shook your head silently.

"...Random question, but," He started, and you listened patiently.

"Can I...hug you?" He finished. You let the words reassess themselves in your head.

"...Sure."

A short beat of more silence followed, and you could imagine him smiling.

He shifted once more so that he was facing you and pulled you into him, your head now resting below his chin.

You closed your eyes for a second, appreciating how much warmer it was here.

The last bit of tension left your body and your breaths slowly, in time, synchronized with the rise and fall of his chest.

"Comfortable?" He asked quietly. You could catch a hint of friskiness in his tone.

You gave a simple nod.

You were content, and you didn't need words to express this. At least not now. The numbness you felt a second ago was replaced by a sense of comfort.

You lost track of time- realizing you were slowly but surely falling asleep.

Hoping to enjoy this awake a bit longer, you forced your eyes open.

You let out a yawn simultaneously, making Skipp chuckle.

He leaned back from the hug without notice- curious as to your expression, and probably wanting to tease you for it, but you weren't prepared for this action and slumped forward into his lap instead.

You moved to sit up right away, but felt his hand on your head, and sank again to lay your head down.

Your eyes adjusted to the new position in the dark and you turned your head to the side, meeting his gaze from above.

He smiled affectionately.

You hated how your face went hot all of a sudden.

But you reminded yourself that it was still too dark for him to see the redness and you dismissed the fact.

Instead, you rolled to lay on your side, and eased into his lap.

Yet another stretch of silence.

Skipp began to hum a distant melody.

You let your eyelids shut again, letting the soft tune whisk you away as if you were waltzing along with it under the moon.

Until you finally fell into a slumber.