Mighty ducks imagine/ preference

sneaking out (F. Reed)

In the hush of the night, enveloped in Fulton's shirt, I reached out to him, seeking solace in his presence. The clock's hands pointed to 2 am as I dialed Fulton's number, my heart yearning for his familiar voice. "Hello?" Fulton's voice, tinged with confusion, greeted me on the other end. "Hey Fulton," I whispered, the softness of his name bringing comfort to my restless soul. A deep sigh from Fulton preceded his words, "Come over." His invitation, though simple, carried a weight of unspoken emotions that tugged at my heartstrings. "I love you, baby," Fulton's declaration, filled with sincerity, echoed through the line. "I love you too," I replied, the words a testament to the depths of our connection. Ending the call, a sense of urgency and longing propelled me to his side. Traversing the moonlit path to Fulton's dorm, each step echoed the anticipation building within me. A gentle knock on his door signaled my arrival, and Fulton's eyes, a mix of concern and affection, welcomed me in. As the door closed behind me, a sense of security washed over us, cocooning us in a world where only our love existed. Nestled in Fulton's arms, his touch a blend of protection and tenderness, I felt a sense of belonging that words could not convey. "You know I tease you because I care, right?" Fulton's playful tone broke the silence, his eyes twinkling with mischief. A soft chuckle escaped me, the tension of the day melting away in his presence. "I know, tough guy," I teased back, a smile playing on my lips. In the stillness of the night, Fulton's tough exterior melted away, revealing the depth of his affection. Our dialogue, a dance of shared secrets and unspoken promises, wove a tapestry of love and understanding. As we drifted into a peaceful slumber, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm, I found solace in the symphony of our intertwined hearts. Wrapped in the embrace of love and laughter, our connection transcended words, speaking volumes in the silence of the night. In Fulton's arms, I found a sanctuary where teasing and tenderness coexisted harmoniously, painting a portrait of a love that was as gentle as it was fierce. And as sleep claimed us, I knew that in his arms, I was home.