MorMor: A sprinkle of Westwood Suits & Sniper Rifles.

Fuck it, let's just cuddle.

Jim's P.O.V: 

I walked back into my apartment, sweeping my gaze across the immaculate hallway. Sebastian thought I might be slightly OCD, but I really don't see what the problem is. Who doesn't want to have a nice tidy environment where they know where everything is anyway? Everything had it's place.

I walked into the living room. It was rather simple for my tastes; a white couch facing away from me in front of a tv, a black rug, a matching beanbag and a couple of paintings on the flowery brown wallpapered walls (Sebastian liked to paint every now and again...He was actually pretty good...For an amateur) and then the doorway leading into the kitchen.  It appeared to be empty. I frowned. Where had he gone now? 

"Sebbbyyy?..."  I whistled.

Suddenly, Sebastian's blonde head popped up from the sofa. So that's where he's been. Sleeping again. I couldn't help but a smile a little. His dirty blonde hair stuck up messily and I resisted the urge to smooth it down, walking over to him. I leaned against the frame of the couch, undoing my tie.

"Were you asleep?" I asked innocently. 

"N-" He yawned. "o." 

I smirked. Very convincing, Sebastian, dear. I draped the tie over the couch and took off my blazer too.

He looked up at me questioningly, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. I watched him thoughtfully for a moment. His long legs hung haphazardly off the edge of the couch, his hands resting over his bare chest. He was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt and plain black boxers. I looked him up and down.  He was actually quite handsome, if you could look past the whole rugged look...Although, maybe the rugged look just added to his sex appeal. 

"Jim?" He raised his eyebrows at me and I blinked and sat down on his chest. He groaned. 

"You could've just sat down on the beanbag or something..." He sighed and I rolled my eyes, holding back a grin. I placed a finger on his lips. 

"Hush Sebby, I'm thinking." I closed my eyes, getting lost in my own thoughts for a moment, until I felt myself being pulled down. "Sebby what are you doing?" I felt his muscular arms wrap around me. I resisted giving in for a moment, before finally cuddling into him. A small smile pulled at my lips. I had to admit, it felt good to just lie in his arms, forget the world. 

"There's an episode of Glee on in a bit" I murmured, peeking up at him. He groaned, glancing down at me. 

"God, not again." 

"But Seeebbbyyy...." I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. He groaned again, closing his eyes. 

"Fine. But I'm going to sleep." I smiled as he leaned over and picked up the remote, dropping it into my hands. 

"Thank you baby." I kissed his jaw lightly and put Glee on, turning it down just loud enough for me to hear and quiet enough for Sebastian to go to sleep. 5 minutes in, his breathing slowed and I knew he was asleep already. I sat up a little, looking down at him. A piece of golden hair fell across his forehead and I softly stroked it away. 

"Mmhh..." He smiled slightly in  his sleep. How adorable. I found myself watching him more than the actual tv, occasionally looking away as he stirred a little in his sleep. When Glee finished, I switched off the tv, leaving us in pitch black and cuddled into his side. 

Tonight...Just for tonight... I tucked my head under his chin, closing my eyes and succumbing to sleep.

Seb's P.O.V: 

I woke up sometime in the morning, feeling something warm on top of me. I blinked against the morning light, frowning. What the..? 

"Mmm..." A sleeping Jim nuzzled his face lightly against my neck and I felt myself freeze, blood rising to my cheeks. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

~Author's Note~

So a bit of fluff for you all as promised. 

I was wondering...How would you guys feel about a "50 shades of Westwood" chapter? ( ¬‿¬)

-Stay beautiful and as always, I will see you in the next chapter, bye <3-

~Mishamoo